Wim They framed me as someone I wasn’t.An addict.Unreliable.A danger. And still… I couldn’t truly blame her. Everyone has their own version of the truth.And in her eyes,maybe that’s what she saw.Or needed to see,to make her story make sense. But it cut deep.Not because she attacked me,but because I had done everything I could to … Read more
That first night, I prepared myself.I didn’t have a lawyer.But I had the truth.And the clear intention not to let this become a war. I didn’t want to blame.I didn’t want to accuse.Certainly not destroy. I just wanted…to explain where I stood.To show my choices.Not as an attack,but as an act of care. The judge … Read more
I knew it was necessary.I had waited long enough.Watched in silence.Hoped for a solutionthat, deep down, I knew wouldn’t come. I had put myself on hold for years.Out of respect.Out of hope.Out of fear.For the relationship.For the children.For the business. But now…I couldn’t go on like this. I had to act.For me.For them.For whatever was … Read more
She didn’t know.But I did. We sat next to each other in that concert hall.The lights, the music, the crowd around us —it all seemed ordinary.But for me, it was goodbye. We were attending a Slimane concert.Our last one.Not officially.Nothing was said out loud.But I knew.She didn’t. The days leading up to it were heavy.I … Read more
I loved her.I still do.And maybe I always will. But at a certain point, I felt something I had never allowed myself to feel before:no matter how deep the love was… it would not make me happy. The decision came somewhere between Christmas and New Year’s.Not with a bang.But like a slow, irreversible knowing. I … Read more
Some songs you hear.Others you live.And sometimes… a song becomes your story. That’s what happened with Des milliers de je t’aime.I didn’t discover it through the radio —I discovered it through him.Through Mon Mec.And suddenly, every word felt like it was written for me. “Plus besoin de chercher, plus besoin, je t’ai trouvé” No need … Read more
I had already made the decision.Not out loud.Not in writing.But inside me, it was clear. I couldn’t go on with her.Not because I didn’t love her anymore.Quite the opposite.But because I knew that if I stayed,I would eventually lose myself. It was somewhere between Christmas and New Year’s.We were still living together.Still sleeping in the … Read more
I thought the book was the end. I had written my biography. Not to publish it, but to get it out. For myself. To understand whether I still made sense. Because I was doubting everything. My memories. My interpretations. My conclusions. Did it really happen the way I experienced it? Or was I fooling myself? … Read more