I’m starting to believe she was lying about the divorce. She said she’d started the process weeks ago, but from my own experience, once you initiate proceedings the other party usually hears within days. Nothing has come through. I should be shocked, but I’m not. She lies so often that I suspected this from the start.

The same goes for the caravan. She swore it was listed on Facebook Marketplace, yet there’s no trace of it. When I asked for proof of the listing, she wouldn’t provide any. Another lie, another story that doesn’t hold up.

I’ve been holding back on starting the divorce myself, waiting for the proceeds of the sale to fund it. She seems to think she can do it for free, but from everything I’ve read, that isn’t how it works. Even if she applied for legal aid, it wouldn’t cover everything. The only way she might try is by painting me as abusive, but there’s no evidence for that—because it never happened.

So, why lie? It’s not about second thoughts—she doesn’t admit mistakes. I believe it’s about control. As long as she stalls, as long as the caravan isn’t sold, I don’t get my share and I remain tied to her. She knows it forces contact, and that’s exactly what she thrives on. It keeps me in her orbit, dependent on her decisions.

But that’s where she’s mistaken. My only counter is silence. I won’t chase her, I won’t keep reaching out. Yes, I want the divorce finalised, I want the whole ordeal behind me—but I refuse to play her game. If she thinks she has the upper hand, let her. The reality is I’m not feeding her supply anymore. I’m detached, silent, and moving forward without her.