WELL!…

Written by Tracey Cooper

Almost eight weeks in, and I’m finally starting to feel better.
It’s been a tough couple of months. I still get days where I’ve no clue what I’m doing or where I’m headed. But for the first time in a long time, I’m not carrying the pressure of keeping a man happy — or juggling the weight of someone else’s routine on top of mine.

It’s strange not texting someone every day. That was the hardest part, hands down.
We tried to stay friends, but it’s all still too raw.

I can apply for my Conditional Order on October 23rd, 2025.
Then it’s just six weeks and a day to the Final Order.
If all goes smoothly, we’ll be officially done by mid-December. And you know what? I feel relief.

From scrubbing his flat to cleaning my own house,
From doing his paperwork to simply having a lie-in,
From watching him devour those mega breakfasts to deciding I can skip mine entirely if I want to
This is freedom. Not glamorous, not loud — but peaceful and mine.

Even if Kai is driving me bonkers nagging to go out driving (again!) and Keelan’s only just started emerging from the shadows of his room
we’re rubbing along nicely, the three of us.

And here’s the thing I never thought I’d say:
I don’t want another man.
I hope I don’t regret saying that, but I mean it.
No man has ever truly made me happy. And honestly?
That’s not their job.
That’s mine.
And I’m finally working on it.

Wishing you all a peaceful, pressure-free week.
Love,
MissT
xxxxxx