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What’s Stopping You? You Live Right Next Door!
Olivia, where are you? I have to go right nowcome immediately! A message from Eleanor lit up the screen
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Turning Up the Heat on Marriage — “Listen, Liz… What if we tried an open relationship?” Victor asked cautiously. — “Come again?” Liz didn’t catch on at first, blinking in disbelief. “Are you serious?” — “Why not? Loads of people in Europe do it. They say it spices up a marriage,” Victor insisted with practiced nonchalance. “Like you said—having a bit of chocolate on a diet never hurts, keeps you from falling off the wagon. Just saying, variety’s the spice of life.” Liz blinked slowly, trying to process this. Comparing an affair to a chocolate bar—brilliantly stupid or just brazen? — “Vic,” she began, “if you want to leave, just go. I’ll give you all the freedom you want—just don’t drag me into your mess.” — “Liz, no need for the claws! I love you. There’s just… no spark anymore. We sleep back-to-back and only talk about groceries and bills. It’s all so dull. We could both use a shake-up. I’m not restricting you—go out, meet someone else, have some fun. Why not?” Liz narrowed her eyes. Suddenly it was crystal clear: Victor was lying. Those shifty eyes, the tapping fingers… Freedom—he wanted it yesterday, not tomorrow. — “Be honest. Have you already found someone? Is that why you’re suggesting this—so your conscience is clear?” — “Oh, here we go…” Victor sighed, waving her off. “Would I really be asking if that were the case? Honestly, I regret bringing it up now. Blimey, you’re such an old-fashioned girl. Never mind…” And with all the theatrics of a wounded saint, Victor exited to another room, leaving Liz alone with her thoughts. Twenty-five years. She’d given him her best years—weathered his soaring dreams and rock-bottom moments, the skint days, the ever-later nights at work which now cast themselves in a very different light… And there he sat, comfortably well-fed, urging her to be an accomplice in the crime of destroying their family. “Spice things up”… What a convenient little phrase. That night they slept in separate rooms. Or rather, Liz didn’t sleep. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, then the window, wondering how they’d come to this. Once, Victor would turn up with armfuls of lilacs, worked late into the night to give her a fairy-tale wedding, rejoiced at the birth of their daughter. Now… Maybe it would have been better if he’d just gone. Where was the point of no return? Was it when she stopped putting make-up on at home? When he first forgot their anniversary and blamed work? Not that it mattered now. Half of her wanted to file for divorce and forget it ever happened. The other half—how do you just throw away half a lifetime? Maybe there wasn’t any passion, but there was habit, a shared home, the comfort of routines. Victor had always been her rock. Their daughter was long moved out; the days ahead promised only old age, but she and Victor had nursed each other through illness and hardship. He’d once even taken a loan to help her mum—few men go that far. Liz boiled with mixed emotions—hurt, fear, anger. “Does he think I couldn’t find someone else?” she wondered. “That I’m some old has-been, destined to knit socks and stew for grandchildren, waiting patiently while he gallivants around town?” No, not likely. — “Fine,” she told him the next morning. “Let’s do it your way.” — “Sorry, what?” — “I said, I’m up for your ‘open relationship’ idea.” Victor nearly choked on his tea, bracing for a fight but getting calm acceptance instead. — “Well… good, then. Who knows—you might enjoy it,” he muttered. “I’ll be home late tonight, by the way.” Her heart clenched—so soon? That evening was drab and quiet. Liz felt hurt and discarded, as if she’d been weighed and found wanting, like an out-of-date mobile phone. She looked in the mirror. Tired eyes, crow’s feet, less-than-perfect skin. But her figure was still trim. Her hair thick. Maybe she was still attractive? Maybe Victor was the problem. Other men noticed her—like Andy, the new manager from the next department over. He’d arrived a month back—a silver-haired, charming bloke, with a bit of a raspy voice and a devilish twinkle in his eye. Hadn’t he complimented her, brought her coffee, held doors open? Last week he’d even invited her to dinner. — “Sorry, Andy, I’m on a diet. Married, you know,” Liz demurred. — “Lizzie,” he’d winked, “Marriage is a stamp in your passport, not a death sentence. But, I won’t push.” Victor wanted “variety”? Wanted her to “have some fun”? Very well. — Good evening, Andy. That dinner offer still open? Looks like I’ve got some free time—and just might break my diet, she typed into her phone. It wasn’t even revenge—Liz just wanted to feel alive, to remember she was a woman, not just some extension of Victor’s comfort zone. The rest of the evening was a swirl of unfamiliar thrills—Andy was a perfect gentleman, refilling her glass, listening attentively, looking at her like she was the only woman in the restaurant. Shame nudged at the edges, but excitement burned brighter—finally something more than Victor’s laundry and leftovers to fill her life. — “Your place, then?” Andy suggested, after dessert. “We’ll grab a bottle of wine, watch something… just keep the night going.” Liz nodded. Her mind screamed “Stop!”—but she remembered Victor’s face when he’d told her to “enjoy herself.” Yet as they arrived at Andy’s, her phone buzzed insistently—Victor. She ignored it once, then again. No use. — “Yes?” she answered, keeping her voice steady. — “Where the hell are you?!” Victor barked. “It’s ten o’clock—nothing to eat in the fridge, and you’re gallivanting about! Have you lost your mind?” Liz was caught off guard. Andy, hearing the commotion, slipped tactfully from the room, the romantic atmosphere dissolving. — “Actually… I’m on a date, Victor.” — “On WHAT?!” — “Do I need to draw you a picture? You wanted open relationships, told me to ‘see other people’. Well, that’s what I’m doing—meeting someone. Or does the shoe not fit?” A heavy silence—and then the dam burst. — “You seriously went off with someone? I was joking! I was testing you! You just couldn’t wait, could you? You fumed for a day and off you go!” Liz was stunned. — “Where were you tonight, Vic?” — “Nowhere! I was at work, that’s all,” he snapped. “You know what? I don’t need your diseases. Pack your things, or I’ll pack mine. Divorce it is!” And he hung up. Liz stared at the wall, feeling spat on and humiliated. — “Everything alright?” Andy asked. — “Yeah… just the usual,” Liz tried and failed to smile. — “Liz…” Andy glanced at his watch. “I think… maybe tonight’s not the night. You should go and, well, sort things out.” The fairytale ended; the carriage turned back into a pumpkin, and the gallant Andy reverted to a man unwilling to get tangled in family drama. Who could blame him? He wanted a pleasant diversion, but now he was in a soap opera. Maybe it would have been best to file for divorce at the start. But good ideas always come too late. That night, Liz didn’t go home. She booked into a hotel. No way was she facing an irate Victor—and she badly needed time to accept that things would never be the same again. Three years passed… Life, like a sculptor, whittled away the unnecessary, though not without pain. Victor found a new girlfriend—suspiciously fast, even before the divorce was finalized. She left him the day they split the house money—taking his share of the proceeds as a parting gift. Nothing happened with Andy, either. They still saw each other at work, but only exchanged polite small talk. Liz learned something: the men who happily play the lover role slip away at the first sight of a job opening labelled “life partner” or even “shoulder to cry on.” But Liz didn’t look for anyone else. Alone in her new flat, she discovered a surprising thing—time and energy on her hands. All her effort had once gone into keeping house and keeping Victor happy. Now, she could focus on herself, for herself. Morning swims eased her back pain, English classes kept her brain sharp. She cut her hair and changed her whole wardrobe. Most importantly—she became a grandmother. Her daughter, Maggie, had given birth six months before. At first, when scandal erupted over the divorce, Maggie sided firmly with Victor—he played the victim well, painting Liz as the betrayer. But time set the record straight. Maggie came round for a heart-to-heart, ready to confront her mother. But Liz told her the truth—Victor started all this, had been staying late for years, left her lonely long before the final act. Maggie, now married herself, understood her mum at last. When Victor hurriedly paraded a new girlfriend, Maggie firmly took her mum’s side. Now Liz sat in Maggie’s kitchen, little Sophie on her knee, the baby’s tiny fingers gripping her hand. — “Dad rang again,” Maggie said with a frown. “He wanted to pop round and see Sophie.” — “And?” Liz asked calmly. — “Told him we’d be out of town. I don’t want him here, Mum. He talks rubbish about you, then tries to get me to patch things up. I get wound up every time he’s about. And I don’t want him turning Sophie against you. He can keep all the ‘freedom’ he wants…” Liz didn’t reply—just hugged her granddaughter a little tighter. Victor got exactly what he wanted: total freedom. No one to bother him, no one to nag or interrupt him watching the telly. But as it turned out, freedom can have a bitter aftertaste of loneliness. And by then, it was far too late.
Warming Up a Marriage Listen, Sarah… what do you say we try an open relationship? Richard asked
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You’ve Turned Her Against Me
Harriet, come here, Ill put your socks in your backpack! shouted Laura, her voice echoing through the flat.
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Why You Should Think Twice Before Inviting Guests to Your Home: Lessons Learned from My Experience
Ive recently made up my mind not to have anyone over at my house any more. It isnt because Im stingy
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Hang in a Little Longer: Maria’s Journey of Sacrifice, Family Expectations, and Finally Choosing Herself Over Duty
Hang On a Bit Longer Mum, this is for Sophies next term. I set the envelope down on the battered kitchen table.
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Run Away From Him “Oh, hi there, mate!” Natasha sat down on the seat next to Liza. “Long time no see. How’s life?” “Hey, Nat,” the girl replied, a little distant. “Everything’s great.” “Then why are you avoiding my gaze?” Natasha studied her friend. “Did Roman pull another stunt? What’s he up to this time?” “Oh, stop with the drama,” Liza rolled her eyes, already regretting stepping into this café. “Everything is fine. Roman and I have a perfect relationship. He’s a good bloke, honestly. Now, can we drop it?” Not waiting to hear Natasha’s indignation, Liza left, abandoning her half-eaten slice of Victoria sponge. She didn’t want to hear anyone’s opinion, convinced they were just jealous. Roman was…well, perfect. Handsome, well-off, attentive. Albeit with some odd demands now and then. Like the time he banned Liza from dyeing her hair blonde. That was the first time they properly argued – close to breaking up, all over some silly detail! Liza had popped into her usual salon. Her stylist, a trusted friend, always said she was born to be blonde, and this time, she went for it. She walked home with platinum curls. Roman turned white with rage. A book – the one he’d been reading on the sofa – went flying. Hurtful words and an ultimatum: dye it back. Immediately. He wasn’t going to have a blonde in his house. Liza, swallowing tears, sprinted to the nearest salon. They tried to talk her out of it – the blonde really suited her. But when she burst into tears, they did as she asked. Roman only nodded, satisfied, saying nothing. The next day, he gifted her an expensive bracelet “to make up for things.” And Liza wasn’t allowed to wear white. Red, blue, green – anything but white. She asked, jokingly, what colour dress she’d wear for their wedding, but Roman gave her such a strange look she never asked again. “Run away from him!” Natasha once pleaded. “Just go, don’t look back. Today it’s ‘don’t wear white.’ What’ll it be tomorrow? Not allowed to leave the house? No matter how ‘nice’ he seems, you deserve better. Someone normal.” “Everyone’s got their quirks,” Liza shrugged. “We’re serious, Nat. We’re even planning on having a baby. Roman really wants a girl. He’s already picked out a name – Angela. And you’re telling me to run.” **************************** She should have listened to her friend. Natasha was right about Roman’s oddities, as Liza soon discovered. There was a room in the house Liza was never allowed in. Always locked. One day, she joked, “Tell me you’re not Bluebeard’s long-lost brother?” “Don’t worry,” Roman smirked, “I’m not storing ex-wives’ bodies in there.” That ended the topic – until a twist of fate let Liza glimpse inside. She came home early from university – last class cancelled. She knew Roman was in, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Passing by the forbidden room, she heard a curious voice. Gently, she pushed the door and peered through the crack. A life-size portrait of a girl covered the wall. Roman knelt before it. The girl in the painting smiled sweetly, arms outstretched. She looked so much like Liza they could’ve been sisters – except the girl was blonde. “Not long now, Angela,” Roman murmured again and again. “Soon, we’ll be together. She’ll give me a daughter – I know she will. And then your soul can be reborn in this new little body. We’ll be together forever. I’ll look after you, and when you’re grown, we’ll love each other again.” “Nutcase!” flashed through Liza’s mind. Terrified, she fled. Natasha had been right, so right! But now what? How does one escape a madman? Worst of all, Liza was pregnant. It was too soon to tell, but still… Her parents lived far away; Natasha was her only close friend. Liza went straight to her. “I never imagined Roman could be like this,” Liza whispered, hands clenched. “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d never have believed it!” “Calm down,” Natasha handed her a glass of water. Liza drank deeply. “You need to decide what comes next. Are you staying with him?” “Never!” Liza shook her head. “He’s crazy! I’m scared for me and the baby.” She gave a crooked smile. “Now I see why I wasn’t allowed to dye my hair or wear white – I’d look too much like her.” “Lucky you found out before the wedding,” Natasha reasoned. “You haven’t told him about the baby, have you?” “I was saving it as a surprise…” “Perfect. Say you met someone else. Go away with this ‘other bloke.’ Maybe best to go home and transfer uni. Out of his reach.” “Yeah…that’s probably for the best.” **************************** Liza’s next six months were harder than she could have imagined – emotionally more than physically. The move, telling her parents… She dropped out of university because of the pregnancy – no way could she have an abortion; the baby was blameless. It turned out to be a little girl, just as Roman wanted. To their relief, Roman let her go easily. Only one warning – don’t go telling tales. He didn’t even ask where she was moving to, as though he didn’t care. Sometimes Liza worried she’d made a mistake, leaving Roman and keeping silent about the baby. On this night, after putting baby Ella to bed, she stood by the window, lost in thought. The doorbell rang. A delivery – takeaway again. Liza had never learnt to cook. After a quick meal, she sat down with her textbooks to restart her studies. The words blurred. Her head spun… Liza reached for her phone to call an ambulance, but her arms wouldn’t respond. She couldn’t move. Fading out, she saw Roman cradling her newborn in his arms. ******************************* Liza woke in a hospital bed. Her mum had chosen the perfect time to visit. The police searched everywhere for the child – but Roman had vanished without a trace. Only years later did the bereft mother receive a small, cruel “sign” – a photo of Roman holding a beautiful, blonde-haired little girl.
Run Away From Him Oh, hello, love! said Emily, dropping onto the chair next to Grace. Havent seen you in ages.
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At Our Wedding, My Husband Declared, “This Dance Is for the Woman I’ve Adored in Secret for the Last Decade,” Before Bypassing Me Entirely to Ask My Sister for a Dance.
At our wedding, Edward announced, This dance is for the woman Ive loved in secret for ten years.
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The Unwanted Yet Needed Granddaughter
– Look over there, its her! Im telling you, thats definitely her! whispered a stately woman to
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A Serious Car Crash on My Journey Home for Thanksgiving
I was heading home for Christmas when my car was hit hard on the M6. The words the ambulance crew relayed
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Against All Odds: A Journey of Resilience and Hope
Life never asks whether were ready for its blows; it just lands them hard and without warning.
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