Heal me Today

Even though I haven’t checked in for a while, believe me — so much has happened that if I tried to describe everything, the New Year would already be knocking on the door.

So let me keep it simple: we’ve moved in.

The dream has come true. And it’s even better than anything I ever imagined.

The hardest parts — the paperwork, the complications, the endless errands — are finally behind us.

Now comes the beautiful part: unpacking, organizing, and turning this house into a real home.

(The water bill for the first half of the year will probably be brutal, but honestly — who would put clothes in the wardrobe after they sat in a basement box for over a month? Not me.)

How am I?

Better.

Better than anyone would expect, considering everything that has happened.

I can feel my world slowly recovering from the shock, from the pain, and from the toxic patterns I lived in for far too long. No — it’s not over. And no — life isn’t perfect.

But I’m on my way.

And I finally feel… better.

Sometimes I miss the idea of “our family,” but then I remind myself: it wasn’t as perfect as I wanted to believe.

What I’m grieving isn’t him —

it’s the dream of what could have been.

My partner himself? I don’t miss him.

I know there will come a time when I start longing for closeness again — the touch, the kisses, the presence of a man. But right now, I feel nothing like that, and I’m grateful.

I’m not chasing anyone. I’m not chasing a relationship.

I’m focusing on my daughter and on the home we’re building together.

And it’s all slowly coming together, piece by piece.

Do I wish we were experiencing this as a family?

A part of me does.

But he chose differently — and with that choice, he lost the right to be part of this chapter.

During the months we lived separately, I came to a difficult, but important realization: my husband was a manipulator with narcissistic traits.

No — not a trendy label. I have reasons and experiences to back it up. Whether he did it consciously or not…

at this point, it doesn’t even matter.

What matters is that I’m out of his reach.

And that the pain he kept causing — even after getting what he wanted — is finally starting to fade.

Building new foundations — just me and my daughter

We’re rebuilding trust, communication, and emotional safety between us.

That’s the foundation of every healthy relationship.

And with puberty knocking, it’s a daily challenge.

Yesterday, she had a situation at school — some girls were teasing her about a boy she’s friends with. She cried, didn’t understand why they were doing it.

We talked about it in the car. I explained that reacting only fuels their curiosity, that people who behave like this often struggle with their own insecurities.

And that she is allowed to step away from anyone who hurts her.

Today, she told me she walked up to the girl and simply said:

“I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

Then she turned around and walked away. No drama.

Just honesty.

And I was so incredibly proud of her.

Because that was brave.

And because none of us has to stay anywhere we’re not treated with kindness.

How do you handle this?

How do you deal with emotional storms in your kids? What helps them? How do you teach them self-worth in a world that sometimes hurts?

I would truly love to hear your stories, your advice, your experience.

Share them in the comments — I’m listening.