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
Ruby always preferred a simple life, but her husband, Vincent, insisted on a lavish wedding. After saving for three years for both the wedding and a house, Ruby, who works in a modest-paying office job, and Vincent, a real estate agent with fluctuating income, finally tied the knot. However, their marital bliss was short-lived when Vincent left unexpectedly, leaving Ruby bedridden and in despair. Ruby’s mother-in-law, Serenity, decided to take care of her, but the situation took a turn when Ruby’s gratitude was not as Serenity had hoped.
Genesis is juggling her studies, a part-time job, and freelance writing to support her family, feeling the strain as her husband, Sean, seems indifferent. Despite her exhaustion from working tirelessly from dawn till dusk, she finds it hard to respect Sean, who appears content with the situation. This story follows Genesis’s journey from frustration to a deeper understanding and appreciation of her husband’s contributions, leading to a stronger, more supportive relationship.
A new colleague has made surprising comments about my personal life and invited me out. I’m seeking advice on how to handle this situation professionally and personally.
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.
Life at the office is usually mundane for Gabriel, who spends his days buried in data analysis. With most of his colleagues being women, social outings are rare, and his friends are too busy. Recently, his wife, Willow, has been distant, spending less time with him. When the new colleague, Madeline, suggests a walk after work, Gabriel is taken aback but decides to accept, unaware of the revelations that await.
At 57, Evelyn thought she had it all—a loving fiancé, a cozy home, and a nest egg for the future. But why, after all her hard work and dedication, is she facing opposition from her own daughter? As Evelyn grapples with disbelief, time slips by, and unresolved issues begin to surface.
A letter seeking advice from a society where members discuss personal dilemmas. The writer is conflicted about feelings towards her son and former daughter-in-law following a family breakdown.
After years of prioritizing their children’s needs, a couple finds themselves navigating the quiet of an empty nest. Feeling a mix of loneliness and purposelessness, they embark on a journey to rediscover joy and fulfillment in their retirement years. This story explores the challenges and triumphs of finding new purpose and connection in later life.
My husband Aaron’s parents have always been more financially supportive than mine. They have stable, well-paying jobs and have always been able to provide substantial help. My parents, on the other hand, aren’t wealthy but they still try to support us in any way they can. They often take our kids for the weekend or bring over homemade treats. Simply put, they help however they can. But one day, Aaron’s casual comment about financial help led to unexpected consequences.
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
