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Letting Kee – The Grown-Up Bit—💬 Intro There’s something fierce and quiet about watching your child become an adult in front of your eyes. Kee doesn’t want a support worker — he wants me. To teach, to guide, to cheer him on as he builds the life that will one day stand without me in it.So I wrote him this.—Letting Kee (The Grown-Up Bit)by MissTHe boiled the pan and browned the meat,Chose herbs and spice — not just to eat,But to create, to stand alone,A young man carving out his own.No need for help, no guiding hand,He’s learning now to take a stand.No budget plan, no shopping list —Just faith that nothing will be missed.He looks to me, not for control,But tips on bills and setting goals.He doesn’t want a stranger’s aid,Just lessons from the one who stayed.And though I ache with silent dread,Of what might come when I’m not here,I smile instead and nod my head,And hide the sting behind the cheer.He’s cooking now — and more than food,He’s stirring strength and growing mood.He burns the toast, forgets the time,Still, every step is so sublime.I won’t clip wings or stifle dreams,Or hold him back with cautious seams.I’ll teach him well, then set him free —My son, my heart, my Kee and me.
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5 Things Dating Apps Never Prepare You For
By MissT 5 Things Dating Apps Never Prepare You For Let’s be honest—modern dating is a digital circus, and no amount of profile-polishing or photo-filtering prepares you for the wild ride once you enter the app arena. Below are five things no one warns you about… but should. 1. The “Banter” MirageYou swipe right on…
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Inheritance
by MissT You gave me your eyesbut not your vision.Your voice,but only to silence mine. I was raised on tension,tiptoes,and the art of staying small.You taught me how to shrinkbefore I ever learned to shine. You called it discipline.I know now it was projection. Still, I took what you couldn’t giveand gave it to myself.Kindness.Boundaries.A…
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Level Up
When You Level Upby MissT When you level up,your old life will come calling.It’ll knock in familiar tones —voices you once cried for,hands that hurt,memories dressed up as love. It’ll whisper:“Come back. We miss you. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” But don’t go back. You’ve already answered those calls before.You’ve played the peacekeeper.You’ve broken…
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🧠 When the Chaos Had a Name
By MissT I thought I was just messy.Disorganised. Emotional. A magnet for disaster.I thought I was just shit with money, hopeless with routines, and too forgiving with men who didn’t deserve me. Turns out, it was ADHD.Undiagnosed. Unacknowledged. Unspoken. Not a character flaw.Not bad decisions.Not “just how I am.” ADHD — the quiet thief of…
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from ashes to author
From the Ashes to the Author: How I Rebuilt a Life Worth Livingby MissT There was a time I couldn’t see the light. Not because I didn’t want to—but because the darkness around me was too thick, too loud, too bloody persistent. I was surviving, barely. Holding families together, patching broken men, bending myself into…
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Hot Wheels and Home Truths
By MissT Just back from a flying visit to Northampton — and by flying, I mean crawling down the M5 in 33 degrees with the air con gasping like it had given up on life. Went to see Julie. Only stayed the night. It was one of those whirlwind visits where you talk fast, laugh…
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life plan
So. I never had a life plan.Never knew which way was up or down.Left from right. Right from wrong.Just kept going. Surviving. And now — five decades in — is this it?Is this what peace feels like?Single.Safe.Still. I was terrified to face it. Thought I needed someone to hold me up, catch me when I…
