The Story Continues

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?…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

1. The aftermath in the heart of the storm There was no peace. No closure. No gentle processing. Only a storm that kept raging, in ever new forms. From procedure to procedure, from demand to counter-demand, from hope to frustration. My mind understood what was at stake. But my body was carrying something else: exhaustion.…

A story of choices and loss The end of Turbo The liquidation is official.The opposing party agreed.The ruling is final. As soon as the judgment is formally served, Turbo will cease to exist in its current form.How things will unfold from here, only time will tell. I knew this was coming.And still, part of me…

On how choosing yourself can sometimes feel like the harshest punishment There comes a moment when you can no longer stay silent.Not because you want to scream,but because the silence is slowly eroding you from within. Emotional and psychological abuse doesn’t start abruptly.It begins subtly.A comment. A glance. A seed of doubt planted.You start wondering…

The Fall and the Leap (Wednesday June 11 to Friday June 13) Wednesday, June 11 The breaking point didn’t come with a scream. It came with a whisper: I’m giving up everything — my house, my workspace, my business, my life as I knew it — and even then, I wasn’t given the camper. A…

I came here to find peace.But peace doesn’t come when someone is doing everything they can to silence you. Even before I left, I was already fighting.For the right to use the camper — something I am legally entitled to.For clear agreements. For fairness.For some decency. What I got was the opposite.Delays on purpose. Strategic…

I have fought. Like a lion. To the bone. And yes, it’s not over yet. The legal and emotional work continues. But still… something inside me whispers: it’s okay. Not because everything is resolved. But because I feel I can breathe again. That I can, finally, let it rest for a moment. For the first time,…

Sometimes, letting go doesn’t happen all at once – it comes in layers. This summer took me through three very distinct phases: learning to be alone, letting go of my ex-partner once and for all, and the painful yet liberating confrontation with my mirror. What started as a period of mere survival became an unexpected…

In August 2025, I was still in my van. Somewhere alone in the south of France. Not on vacation. But on the run. From the chaos. From the pain. From the feeling of being completely drained by a situation I no longer had any control over. The plan was simple: to create distance. From her.…

Today, everything came together.Not planned, not expected — but everything I had tried to endure these past months suddenly stood right in front of me.I was tired. Still recovering.But I wanted to get out for a bit, so I went along to the market. And there she was.My ex-wife.Surrounded by her friends.Smiling. Working. It looked…