I was loved because I helped everyone, never argued, and always agreed with others. These traits and habits, ingrained since childhood, followed me into adulthood. Now, I’m trying to live my own life but finding it harder than I ever imagined.
If only things had turned out differently, stories like mine would be far less common. I married three years ago. My husband and I had what seemed like a perfect relationship. Everything was going well until our baby was born.
Recently, my mom came to visit us, wanting to see her grandson. I asked her if she wanted some coffee. From that moment, she burst into tears: “Why are you asking? Isn’t it obvious that I’m back?”
The house my parents bought for us as a wedding gift was the catalyst for our divorce. It wasn’t just about the house, but everything started to unravel because of it. Honestly, I’m just beginning to emerge from the depression: six months ago, I was in a very dark place. But that doesn’t mean I’m back to being the cheerful and optimistic person I was before the wedding. Here’s my story
Here’s why I feel this way. I’ve been married to John for 12 years. We’ve always had a good relationship. We’re both very calm and balanced people, but his mother has always been a source of stress.
For the past year, my father has been urging me to forgive my uncle and offer him assistance—after all, he is family. However, I vividly remember the torment he put me and my father through—I haven’t forgotten a thing. Now, I refuse to do anything to help him. I’m convinced he still harbors ill will towards us, but because of
I never let her cross my boundaries, but my relationship with my husband began unexpectedly at a local clinic. I went for a routine check-up, and
But as time went on, life became too monotonous and devoid of meaning. Sarah realized she wanted more – to grow, to learn new things.
What my daughter did to her husband throughout their marriage is simply unbearable. My little Emily was always a sensitive child. I don’t force her to live by my rules, but I also value my own life.
From the moment I married into my husband’s family, I felt like an outsider. Despite my efforts to build bridges and mend fences, it was clear I wasn’t welcome. Working as a nurse, I was always the go-to person for medical advice and favors. But when I faced my own struggles, no one from my husband’s family reached out to help. Now, I’ve decided to stop being their safety net.
– My discharge from the hospital was unlike any other. My husband was busy with work and came to pick me up straight from the office. I had asked him to take some time off or at least a day off, but his boss wouldn’t allow it. I had also asked him to prepare everything for the baby’s arrival, and he assured me that we would manage everything—laundry, shopping, cleaning.
Yes, my husband comes from a very wealthy family. His parents gifted us a house after our wedding. A few years later, his parents decided to move abroad.
