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Chapter 7. My 30s (part 2)
By MissT We flew out to Lanzarote the day before Christmas. I let the girls open their presents a day early so we could still celebrate before we left. R drove us to the airport—and borrowed my car while we were away, which saved me having to pay for airport parking! Everything still felt so…
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Chapter 5. My 20s part 2
When the City Lost Its Lustre With my first love behind me, the incidents with Mum, all I could think about was escape. Not just from the heartbreak—but from the small town that held too many memories and not enough air. One of my best mates had already left for England, and I couldn’t stand…
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Chapter 6. My 30’s (part 1)
The Baby I Let Go and the Man Who Wouldn’t (My 30s – Part 1) When I left Cardiff, I had nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of fear. I walked into a refuge with my children, nowhere else to go. Going back to my mother’s wasn’t an option. I wasn’t about to…
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Void
Void. (Poem)UncategorizedThe VoidBy: MissT. POEMReflections & Poetry Note from MissT:This one’s for the women who’ve loved like lifelines—who tried to fix someone who never wanted to heal. Who gave too much, bent too far, and were left with silence, blame, or both. If you’ve ever felt replaceable after breaking, I hope this gives your pain…
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Not all monsters roar! (poem)
“Not All Monsters Roar”by MissT Sometimes, when I read other people’s stories — about broken walls, violent outbursts, the kind of cruelty that screams in your face — I almost feel lucky. I tell myself mine wasn’t that bad. He didn’t call me names. He didn’t punch walls or threaten to leave. He wasn’t vicious.…
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The exit wound that didn’t bleed..
Bending Wasn’t Lovingby MissT Intro:There comes a time in every woman’s story when she stops bending—and starts standing. This is mine. If you’ve ever lost yourself trying to hold someone else together, pull up a chair. Let me show you what freedom sounds like. Bending Wasn’t Loving There was a time I bent so far…
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I wanted to be wrong about you. (Poem)
(But I wasn’t) I didn’t want to believe it.Not the pattern.Not the other women.Not the silence that followed every time I asked you to meet me halfway. I kept hoping you’d prove me wrong.That this time, you’d stay.That this time, you wouldn’t run to someone else.That maybe—just maybe—you’d show up for me the way I…
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The weight I carried (poem)
The Weight I Carried I wasn’t perfect.But I was exhausted.Not from loving—but from being the lifeline for someone who refused to stand on his own. I asked for a day off.He showed up at my house.The day before that, he was waiting in my car at work.He said I should be happy to see him.But…
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Where are you? (Poem)
“I Want the Off-the-Grid Kind of Man”I’m looking for a man with no Facebook, no Insta, no Snapchat streaks, no clingy exes, no “she’s like a sister” girls hanging around, and definitely no secret situationships lurking in the shadows. In fact, let’s take it all the way—no phone either.I want a man living like he’s…
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Freedom. Just another thought….
“Freedom Tastes Like Silence”It’s been four days. No messages. No “just checking in.” No drama.Just me—and my thoughts.Yes, I’ve been anxious. Yes, I’ve gone over everything in my head. A hundred times.But you know what? I’ve never felt so free. I don’t miss the walking on eggshells.The way my phone buzzed and my stomach dropped.I…
