New Chapter? Who dat?

New Chapter, Who Dis?

Well…

I did the thing.

After months of trying to play Motel Mary Poppins in a room full of chaos, I finally packed my bags, my laptop, and my last remaining nerve—and I’m leaving.

Why?

Because I got written up at work for background noise during customer calls.

Because grown men were yelling while I was trying to sell healthcare.

Because Jesus said, “Come forth, Maggie,” and I said, “Bet.”

This isn’t drama.

It’s deliverance.

I’ve arranged for the kids to stay at a more affordable place, and I’m helping them out with what I can—because I love them, not because I’m trying to win the Mother Teresa Olympics. That’ll leave me with about $1800 a month to eat, breathe, and possibly have a moment of peace without a fire alarm going off for emotional support.

Oh, and guess who’s coming with me?

Lincoln.

My little caramel-tipped Havanese prince.

He’s walking into a brand-new home situation that includes 18 cats.

Yes, you read that correctly. Eighteen. As in, a feline choir.

So please keep him (and my sinuses) in your prayers.

Also, shout out to my amazing friend (who will remain nameless but is basically the Beyoncé of rescue missions) for showing up to help me make this quiet, no-drama exit. This woman deserves her own blessing and a bottle of something bubbly.

I’m not bitter. I’m not broken.

I’m just finally brave enough to say: I deserve better than the noise.

I don’t know what’s ahead.

I just know I’m not going backwards.

Not into the chaos.

Not into the guilt.

Not into a life where my peace was last on the list.

So yeah, this is me… walking out with dignity, two bags, a dog, and possibly a mild cat allergy.

It’s giving: New Chapter, Who Dis?

It’s giving: Soft life, but make it faith-based.

It’s giving: I may be broke, but I’m bougie in the Spirit.

Say a prayer for me. Say a prayer for the kids. Say a prayer for the cats, honestly.

This next season might be messy.

But it’s mine.

And baby… I’m not running. I’m redecorating my life.

— Maggie