Divorce without representation

My arm hurts from typing. The bone near my elbow is in excruciating pain. Today, I ate leftover cereal — the only thing I could manage. No appetite. Just exhaustion. The kind that sits in your bones and whispers, “What’s the point?” We were back in maintenance court — session number ten. They suggested attaching the house. But now, suddenly, it can’t happen without a court order. So after ten sessions, I’m right back where I started. My daughter asked me how it went. And I stood there, not knowing what to say. Do I protect her by hiding the truth? Or do I risk breaking her with it? I’m afraid to lie — even with good intentions — because at some point, the truth will come up, and I don’t want to be the one who broke her trust. Meanwhile, he lies. Under oath. He paints me as the villain, erasing every act of love, care, and commitment I gave in building our family. Suddenly he has “loans” that don’t appear on any bank statement. Everything about him is staged, orchestrate...

Dear Mama, I’m listening to a track by Tamela Mann and it’s been in my mind the past couple of days because I miss you. I have questions that you would answer and give me more hope! Now, I find myself wondering about your whereabouts yes, I know where your soul transcended to. The last breath at 18:05 on the 7th of March often takes me to all the spiritual signs about your departure from Earth. After you left, I longed to be where you are. I saw green hills and beautiful mountains; I wanted to go beyond the horizon. I realised I cannot go beyond because it’s not my time. I’m wondering if that day comes, what will I do? I find my tears rolling down my cheeks. Will I ever stop missing you while I try to understand life and live my purpose? I have flashbacks of the 5th of March 2018 your name was called, and I knew that it was time. When I came back, you were cold, frozen. My pain is deep; it’s 7 years and here I am crying out of the blue. Just when I thought there would never be tears ro...