Jenelle’s Story: Coming Home, Taking Back What’s Hers The house still smelled like him. Cedar wood. Coffee. And that strong cologne he always wore way too much of before going out for dinner. I kept breathing it in, afraid it might fade away like everything else about him already had. One day he was laughing, saying, “I’ll live to be ninety, you’ll see!” The next, I got a call from the highway patrol. Single-car crash. He didn’t survive. I flew home the next day and never left. My apartment in

He Left Me Sick and Alone with Our Baby—So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget I always thought getting sick would be just that—being sick. You know, a few tissues, some soup, maybe a nap. What I didn’t expect was for it to pull the curtain back on who my husband really was. My name’s Claire. I’m 30, married to Drew, who’s 33, and we have a beautiful six-month-old baby girl named Sadie. She’s got chubby cheeks, a giggle like wind chimes, and a smile that lights up

Every time my parents-in-law visited, it felt like a storm was rolling in. My mother-in-law, Monica, was like a whirlwind — a sassy, assertive one — and she had one main mission when she arrived: taking over our bedroom. My personal space, the one place I could retreat to, was always her first target. She’d shove my things aside and set up her own little kingdom, lighting her signature candles and filling the air with heavy floral scents. One day, after enduring this for far too long, I decided enough