Choosing my own happiness is making me feel like the worst person in the world.

Finding New Life After Loss

My late husband had always stopped me from finding love again. I lost my husband 10 years ago after he succumbed to his illness.

After getting served the $150,000 medical bill, I miscarried our baby due to stress. I was broken, so I sold my home and moved away.

I used the remaining money to buy a small apartment and start new. People say being a widower is hard, but it’s impossible to explain.

I still wear my wedding ring after 10 years and still carry the pics of our first ultrasound in my wallet. I truly believed I’d never find love again.

I even became an alcoholic at one point. Then I met my coworker Jason, and he changed everything, or at least he came as close as humanly possible.

In November 2021, my family and I moved towns into a neighborhood near my parents. I wanted to be close to them. They’re in their 70s, and times are taking their toll on them.

My wife wasn’t too keen on it, but our two kids were happy to see their grandparents more. I commuted to my job until I was able to get an in-town transfer to my current location.

Come to find out, my wife reignited an old flame of hers and started cheating on me my third month into my new job. She tells me she wants a divorce, wants the house, and wants to sign over the kids.

Her boyfriend has his kids, and they want to move into the house and be one big happy family. Jason was in the middle of a nasty divorce with his abusive wife who hit him in front of the kids.

The divorce was ruining him financially, and inflation made it impossible for him to get a place. His wife wanted everything but the children and wanted to sign over rights in exchange for their house that he paid for.

It was heartbreaking, and if anything made me more determined to help. I had become friends with Hope at work.

The day came I told her about needing to move and find a spot for me and my kids. I offered him a bedroom.

He tried to decline because he had two little girls, six and seven; he couldn’t leave them. I agreed to let him and his girls move in for 30 days as a trial.

Well, it’s been 9 months, and it’s been amazing. When we move in, it’s a dream.

I see this woman in a light I never thought of before. My kids loved her.

Hope just seemed happy as hell to be around us and have us there. She never put their mom down; she made them breakfast, lunch, and dinner on her off days.

She would take them out to do girl things that I had no idea. She even took them school clothes shopping when I ran short on time to be able to do it.