This week has honestly been one of the best weeks of 2026.

Being back at the trailer has filled my soul in ways I forgot I needed. Seeing old friends again, sitting around laughing until your face hurts, having real conversations instead of surface-level nonsense… it’s been good. Really good.

But something happened this weekend that even made me stop and think for a second.

I am genuinely happy being single. Like… thrilled about it.

And apparently that confuses people. Society immediately jumps to, “Oooh, so you’ve got a new one?” Nope. Not even remotely. It’s funny watching genuinely good people casually fish for details with those “innocent” questions that somehow turn into a full investigative interview by the campfire. It made me giggle.

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Honestly though, explaining it all this weekend made me realize how proud I am of where I’m at. There were some deep conversations that shifted a lot in me, and I’ll save those for the upcoming podcast because they deserve more than a website post.

But in the spirit of singleness, I’ve come to another realization: I can only truly focus on one thing right now. Either the blog or the podcast.

And truthfully? The podcast feels bigger than me now. I get listeners from all around the world. The blog, meanwhile, mostly gets bots, random Google searches… and my ex-partner, who has visited the site 116 times this year and we’re only on Day 139. And let’s be honest, that’s not even including the tablet and phone visits when he’s away from home.

At this point, I should probably start charging him for a premium subscription package and ad space.

Honestly though, little buddy… buy a trailer and disappear for weekends with your honey. Wait. Scratch that. Apparently that strategy didn’t work too well last summer. Or back in 2019 either.

Houston, we have a pattern.

Ah hell, it’s all good now. I can joke about it a lot easier than I could at the beginning of the year. Even though the kids knew, and deep down I probably knew too, we still don’t sit around tables bad mouthing people. Especially you.

What hurts most is realizing I was the topic around certain tables since 2019, and at times I watched it happen through texts from someone you loved. Again, I seen a familiar IP on my website. So, it’s obvious that it still happens. Hence my protests about all my stuff would have been thrown to the curb. It would have happened. That part hurt more than the ending itself.

Don’t worry, I will not answer the phone only for him to say that I called. She Gone! That girl is gone.

I guess that’s life sometimes. Two different families. Two different ways of loving people. Two different ways of speaking about them when they’re not in the room.

Jackbox still isn’t the same. Elliott still points out “Pee Paws” candy at Red Apple when they visit the cottage. Once upon a time, we really were a family. Christmases, adventures, laughter, friendships… there were a lot of genuinely good memories too.

But after watching certain patterns repeat themselves over the years, I realized something pretty clearly: we simply viewed relationships, privacy, and commitment very differently.

And honestly, that’s okay.

What I know for certain is this: I want peace now. Real peace. Real honesty. Real connection. And strangely enough, I found more of that in my own company this year than I expected. As well, I want my kids and grandkids to only see healthy, safe and happy in me and anyone I’m with in the future.

So genuinely, I wish you well. I truly hope you find whatever kind of happiness and connection you’re looking for in this life.

As for me? I’m surprisingly happy without a co-pilot these days.

And with that, like Forrest Gump said, that’s all I have to say about that. Last time I will ever address in note form again too. Famous last words.

So back to the blog, realistically, it doesn’t make sense to keep this side of the blog running the same way anymore. I think it’s better served as entertainment content moving forward, which also lets me be more selective with what I share.

And honestly? That feels healthy too.

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