I finally told TJ to get lost. Mark came to take care of the kids, and Jason came to take care of me. Both of them are doing a damn good job at their respective “duties,” and the house is peaceful once again.

I feel happy—lighter and more carefree, like I used to. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this stress-free. Everyone around me is happier too, especially the kids, and that makes everything feel right again. TJ took a toll on all of us, and that’s become clearer with every quiet, calm day since he’s been gone.

Life is good right now. I feel genuinely blessed to have people around me who love me for who I am—and whom I love right back.

This is a true account written in my own words during the time it happened. I’ve lightly edited it for clarity in the present day (2026), with minimal exclusions, while keeping the original voice and meaning intact.