What I have written so far barely scratches the surface.

Thirty-two years of events cannot be reduced to a few pages of reflection. Behind those years are countless moments — dates, conversations, decisions, and patterns of behaviour that together form a much larger picture.

When the divorce is finally complete, I intend to share that picture.

Over time I have documented everything carefully: dates, places, events, and facts that span more than three decades. It is a fifteen-page record that shows how the story unfolded piece by piece.

No names will be mentioned.

There will be no need.

Those who were involved will recognise themselves immediately, and they will know exactly how they contributed to what happened.

For others, it will simply be a record — a final chapter in a long journal of experiences that began more than thirty years ago.

Some people will try to dismiss it.

Some will try to sweep it under the carpet, just as uncomfortable truths are often hidden within families.

But the purpose is not revenge.

The purpose is closure.

Because sometimes the final act of reclaiming your life is simply telling the truth — calmly, clearly, and without fear.

For me, sharing that final piece of the puzzle will bring something that has been missing for a very long time.

Relief.