After my divorce and job loss, I rented a cabin to grieve in peace. But my elderly neighbor brought me disasters disguised as meals. I pretended to love them until her husband caught me throwing a dish away. What he revealed about his wife changed how I saw every burned casserole.
I’m Rachel, and last year, my life fell apart in ways I never saw coming. Twelve years of marriage ended when my husband decided he needed “a fresh start” with someone younger. A week after I signed the divorce papers, my company got acquired, and I lost my job.
Last year, my life fell apart in ways I never saw coming.
No severance package, just a cardboard box and a generic email thanking me for my service. I felt like someone had hollowed me out with a spoon.