There was a time when I used to brace for the next twist in the game.
The next lie.
The next manipulation.
The next moment when reality would be rewritten to suit someone else’s fragile ego.

Those days are over.
No more head games. No more defending my sanity.
No more falling for the drama dressed up as emotion, or the lies passed off as truth.

Yes — there may be one final performance on Friday.
One last act in a courtroom drama where fiction becomes fact for those who have rehearsed it their entire lives.
Let them spin their stories. Let them twist and perform.
A leopard never changes its spots — and I have no interest in trying to polish one into a house cat.

Let them lie. I’ll laugh.
Because truth has a calmness that performance can’t fake.
And those of us who’ve lived through the madness — we see it now for what it is.

A show.
A tactic.
A mask.

But masks always slip.
And this time, I’m not wearing one.
No people-pleasing. No appeasement. No internal knots.
Just truth, clarity, and calm conviction.

Because after court — I return to my new life:
A life filled with real things.
With warmth, with softness, with people who look me in the eye and mean what they say.
Where smiles are not strategy, and kindness isn’t currency.

I return to:

✨ Calm mornings with no tension.
✨ Conversations without walking on eggshells.
✨ Warmth without ulterior motives.
✨ Emotional safety — the kind that never existed back then.
✨ A soft world where love is not weaponised, and empathy is not just for show.

The contrast couldn’t be clearer now.
I used to think the chaos was normal. I used to call it love.
Now, I call it what it is: abuse. Control. Noise.

And I’m not available for that anymore.

Let them talk. Let them twist. Let them try.

I choose silence over shouting.
Truth over tactics.
Real over rehearsed.
Peace over performance.

And after Thursday, I walk right back into the arms of everything they could never offer:

Realness. Kindness. Freedom.

And that, my friend, is the ultimate win.

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