At 62, I wouldn’t say I’m unhappy. Living alone for the last 16 years has had its challenges, but I’ve adjusted. Initially, the loneliness was palpable, but my children, with their visits and updates, helped bridge the gap. Now, as my ex-husband, Eugene, reappears in my life asking to stay for a few weeks due to illness, my sons, Bruce and Ethan, are not on board with the idea.
I’ve always been frugal, never spending much on myself. Once, Michael asked if I wanted to be a stay-at-home wife, which I immediately refused. I believe it’s better to work for a modest salary than to depend on someone else. My husband feels the same way. Sometimes, work throws us curveballs, so I agree to work overtime
The house that my parents bought us as a wedding gift seemed like a blessing, but it turned out to be the beginning of the end for our marriage. It wasn’t just about the house, but that’s where it all started. Now, emerging from depression, I’m not the same joyful person I was before my wedding. Here’s my story.
I want to start from the beginning. I raised my son alone. Long ago, my husband left us with problems and debts. It took an incredible amount of effort to cope with everything and raise my son. His father, of course, paid child support, but the money wasn’t even enough to cover essential expenses. My son is now 15 years old, and suddenly his father has reappeared
Growing up, my parents pushed me to be the best version of myself. No joke, I remember those days with a sense of dread. As a kid, my after-school hours were packed with activities. There were always clubs, extra language classes, physics, math, and even coding for fifth graders. Looking back, it seems ridiculous, but as a child, I had no other reality
My husband, Brian, insists on taking in his ailing grandmother, Nora. Despite multiple doctors confirming her severe, incurable illness, Brian is adamant. Nora often hallucinates and periodically loses her memory, sometimes wandering off and getting lost, requiring us to search for her. Her behavior can be erratic, and she occasionally makes unintelligible noises.
Dive into my tale about my first husband, Anthony. Both of us came from humble beginnings—I received nothing from my parents who were renters, while he inherited a condo from his deceased father. His father had long divorced Anthony’s mother, leaving her to raise him alone. I could see why they split; she was tough to deal with. Every time
My husband Louis and I had lived harmoniously for nearly three decades. I married Louis when I was just 20 years old. He was a bit older and had been my next-door neighbor. For a long time, he pursued me relentlessly, doing everything in his power to catch my attention. Eventually, I gave in, and we embarked on what seemed like a lifelong journey together. But one day, everything changed when a woman approached me with a shocking confession
Communication has always been a challenge between my son and me. Everything was fine during his childhood, but as a teenager, Gabriel started hanging out with the wrong crowd. He lost trust in both me, Lillian, and his father, Ralph. We managed to pull him out of that environment, but he changed beyond recognition afterward. He refused to pursue further education or settle into a steady job. The tension only grew
Despite my best efforts to treat my future mother-in-law, Caroline, with kindness, she never warmed up to me. From the beginning, our relationship was strained. After moving in with Nathan, I discovered I was pregnant, and we decided to get married. It was only after filing our marriage application that we informed our families, leading to unexpected consequences.
After agreeing to let my mother-in-law, Ruby, move into our apartment to help her through a tough time, I quickly realized she had forgotten whose home it was. Ruby began imposing her own rules, leading to unexpected tensions and a reminder that good intentions don’t always lead to peaceful cohabitation.
For a long time, I hesitated to pursue my dream job abroad. It was actually Mark’s mother who suggested it. At that point, our situation was dire, so I took the leap. I’ve been working in Canada for the past 16 years. Mark and I married young—I was just 19, fresh out of nursing school. My parents, of course, wanted me to further my education, but
