Some days, when I hear the narrative she’s spreading, I can laugh it off. I see the ridiculousness of it and shrug at the fact she’s still looking back. In a way, it’s like I’m living rent-free in her head.

Of course, she’s still in mine too. On other days I feel that urge to fight back, to defend myself, to disprove the lies. But I don’t. My peace is worth more than convincing people who were never going to listen anyway. Over time, I’ve built resilience. The pull to respond is easier to resist now, and I can focus on myself instead. With no direct channels left for her to reach me, I’ve been able to create space and distance.

Work has been another big anchor. This week I had some really positive feedback on projects I’d done previously — my processes might even be rolled out more broadly across the branch. A couple of customers also passed along good feedback, and I managed to bring in some new business from down traders. Throwing myself into work has started to pay off.

Outside of work, I’ve been making more time for connection. Tonight, I’m heading out with my daughter and her girlfriend to meet close friends for a BBQ and drinks. I’ve realised how much healing comes from socialising — laughing, relaxing, being around good people, with no pressure and no drama.

Life is beginning to feel normal again. Each day without intrusion, I find myself laughing, smiling, joking, and just being me. I’m no longer stuck in grief and regret over losing her. If anything, I feel relief.