I thought I knew everything about my quiet, post-retirement life — until one ordinary night, a single Facebook post changed everything. What I found in an old photo took me straight back to a love I thought I’d left behind decades ago.
I never expected a quiet night on the couch to open a door I thought had long since closed. My name is Susan. I’m 67, and here’s my story. Buckle up! It’s going to be a rough ride.
These days, I only pick up a few shifts here and there, mostly to help my daughter, Megan. She works full-time and is raising two kids on her own since her ex-husband disappeared four years ago.
I watch the kids after school, help with the bills when things get tight, and keep the house running so Megan can breathe.