He never told me why he got divorced and avoids any conversation about his past relationships. I don’t ask because if he doesn’t want to share, I shouldn’t force him.
I am incredibly proud of my daughter and believe she is an extraordinary person. I raised her on my own after her father left us when she was just a baby. It was a tough time, with no one to turn to for help. The only solace I had was the small house I inherited from my late mother. Now, my daughter supports me financially, but she insists that her husband must never find out.
It’s not about the lack of money for buying or renting a new place—John adamantly refuses to leave his mother alone. But Sarah can’t take it anymore.
Every time I call my husband and ask where he is, he tells me he’s at his mother’s house. She just got a new rug, and he’s helping her with it.
She mentioned that her in-laws constantly shower them with lavish gifts, while I struggle to contribute. But she overlooks the fact that they own a successful business, and I am just trying to make ends meet.
My job rarely offers anything exciting. I sit in my office, analyze data all day, and then head home. Since most of my colleagues are women, I don’t even have anyone to grab a beer with on a Friday night. My friends are busy, and my wife has stopped spending time with me
Recently, my only daughter, Emily, expressed her disappointment in me for not being able to provide her with financial support. Her in-laws, on the other hand, are always there to help them out. But how can I, a retired school teacher, be compared to her husband’s wealthy parents? I had Emily later in life, at the age of 42, after years of trying with my late husband
It had been five years since her mother’s death, and she still couldn’t forget the events of their last encounter. Her mother sat in a worn-out armchair, her hair tied back in a loose bun. Dark circles under her eyes had become a permanent feature, something everyone had grown accustomed to. Beside her sat her niece, who often visited and knew all about her ailments.
I just need someone to talk to because my emotions are all over the place. My husband and I are both 25 years old. We met in college and have been through so much together.
I had a loving family and raised my son with all the care in the world. We supported his education and helped him secure a good job. Eventually, he got married and started his own family. Now, it feels like I’m no longer a part of their lives.
– What happened? – wondered Emily. The woman was very surprised because her mother was known for her kindness. Her stepfather, on the other hand, was a different story.
“It’s been two years since my son stopped talking to me. He posts pictures on social media, interacts with his friends, but he doesn’t call or text me. Jake is an adult now, with a three-year-old daughter and a wife. They live in their own house. I always had high expectations for myself and others, and Jake was no exception. Being a strict parent seemed necessary, but now I wonder if it drove him away…”
