I got some great news yesterday — it seems my ex has finally put the wheels in motion for the divorce, and the caravan has now been listed. Honestly, I can’t put into words how good it feels to know this chapter is nearly over. No more contact, no more excuses. Just done.

Looking back, it still amazes me how quickly everything collapsed. One moment we were “fine,” the next I was being treated like the worst person she’d ever met. I’ll never fully understand it, except to say her behaviour was classic narcissism — gaslighting, projection, control, casting me as the villain. Whether she realises it or not doesn’t matter.

But here’s the part that stings more than anything: I let it happen. I allowed boundary after boundary to be broken. I made excuses when the red flags were waving right in front of me. And it’s not the first time — even in my previous marriage, I excused behaviour most people wouldn’t accept. That’s a hard truth to face.

I know I’ll always be a naturally trusting person. I won’t carry baggage into new connections — that’s not me. But I will be much stricter with my boundaries. I can’t keep ignoring the warning signs and then act surprised when it ends with me heartbroken. That’s on me. Their behaviour is theirs, but choosing to ignore it makes me part of the problem.

So, this is a turning point. I don’t post for attention, I never have — but writing keeps me accountable. That said, I’ve decided to restrict my posts to subscribers only now. Too often, they’ve been a way for her to keep tabs on me despite being blocked elsewhere. If I spot her — or faceless accounts that look suspicious — I’ll remove them. My words are for me and for those who genuinely want to be here, not as fuel for her drama.

This is the clean break I’ve been waiting for. And I intend to make it count.