I am completely finished with head games and guessing games.
My psychologist in France used to call it what it really is: head f**kery—and he was right.

Controlling people use it as a tactic.
They drip-feed affection, twist words, create confusion, and keep you constantly second-guessing yourself.
You never know where you stand—because that’s exactly how they like it.
It’s not love. It’s manipulation. It’s control. It’s emotional exhaustion dressed up as “passion” or “complexity.”

Well, guess what?
I’ve had a lifetime of it.
And I’m done.
No more games. No more decoding silence. No more wondering what I did wrong when I did absolutely nothing.

If you can’t be honest, if you can’t be clear, if you’re still playing emotional hide-and-seek—you are not for me.

I play straight.
I speak from the heart.
Yes, with humour. Yes, with warmth. But always with truth. Even when the truth is uncomfortable. Even when it’s not what someone wants to hear.

That’s how I was brought up—with honesty, integrity, and decency—and that’s exactly where I’ll stay. That’s who I am. And after all I’ve been through, I’m proud to say I’ve kept that part of me intact.

Through the chaos of the last three decades, I’ve held on to one thing:
I don’t play games. I live real.
And from this point forward, that’s the only energy I’m allowing into my life.