At 42, Anya finally dares to love again, only to be met with silence from the man who promised to be there. He vanishes without a word when she needs him the most, leaving her questioning if love is worth the risk after all.
I’ve built a life most would call complete. A successful career as an architect, good friends, and a steady rhythm to my days.
Yet, I’d often feel so lonely in my quiet apartment. My friends would tell me it was about time I found a partner, but I’d never agree.
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“Anya, when was the last time you went on a date?” my friend Lisa teased one day.
“Oh, I think my soulmate must be my drafting table at this point.” I laughed it off, but deep down, her words struck a nerve.
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, seriously. Don’t you miss having someone around?”
I forced a half-smile. “I don’t think it’s in the cards for me. Too much history, too much… complication.”
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I was 25 the last time I was in love.
My high school sweetheart, Stephan, and I had dreams as big as the sky. But life happened. My mom passed away, and grief consumed me.
I still remember Stephan’s last words before he left.
“Anya, I can’t do this anymore,” he’d said in a cold voice. “You’ve changed. You’re just too sad, and I need someone who’s happy. I need someone who’s there for me. Not someone who just spends her entire day crying!”
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I couldn’t believe it. Instead of staying with me during the worst time of my life, Stephan chose to walk away.
I didn’t even ask him to stay back. I cried like a baby the night he left me.
However, I soon picked up the broken pieces of my heart and tried to distract my mind by focusing on my work.
As years passed, I told myself I didn’t need a man to be happy. I had a thriving career and became the strong, independent woman I’d dreamed of.
But deep down, I’d feel the ache for something more whenever I’d see couples on the street.
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Lately, though, it wasn’t just the loneliness bothering me. I’d feel worn down and fatigued and would often get headaches and spells of dizziness.
Lisa and some others nudged me to see a doctor, but I brushed it off as stress from work. After all, a few aches were nothing compared to what I’d been through, right?
A few weeks after Lisa’s pep talk, I found myself at a neighborhood charity event. It was one of those pop-up art galleries that featured local artists.
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I was standing in front of a watercolor painting of a misty mountain when a deep, cheerful voice spoke beside me.
“Not bad, right? Although the brushwork here is, uh, interesting.”
I looked over, meeting the eyes of a man with a mischievous grin and an infectious energy that caught me off guard.
“I’d say unique,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “I take it you’re an art critic in disguise?”
“History professor, actually,” he laughed. “Liam’s the name. And you?”
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“Anya,” I said, trying not to smile too much. But something about him drew me in. I guess it was his intelligence.
As we talked, his sense of humor and insight made me feel instantly comfortable. I learned he was a history professor, just 35, but surprisingly mature for his age.
Unlike other men I’d known, he didn’t rush to impress or make advances.
He seemed genuinely interested in art, and in me, without any hidden agenda. There was something refreshingly steady about him.
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I told myself he was just a nice guy I’d chat with once and then forget. But that turned out to be wishful thinking.
Over the next few weeks, we kept running into each other at different places. We even started meeting up on purpose.
I found myself looking forward to seeing him in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
One evening at the diner, we were talking over coffee when I asked him about his family.
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“They, uh, they’re a bit different,” he told me. “And I don’t see them often.”
He didn’t elaborate, and quickly changed the topic. He rarely mentioned them after that.
It was strange, but I didn’t push. I understood the need to keep some things close to the chest.
Soon, our friendship blossomed into something deeper, something I hadn’t let myself feel in years. Every time I’d catch myself replaying our conversations in my head, I knew it was more than just companionship.
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Liam and I were together now. He was my boyfriend, though saying it out loud still felt surreal.
One afternoon, we met up for lunch at a small diner. In the background, the TV was showing a weather report.
Suddenly, I noticed Liam’s attention snap to the screen as the reporter announced, “Cosolia is expected to have a bout of bad weather. Prepare your umbrellas, folks, because this isolated town is sure to become even more closed off with the upcoming rain…”
Liam’s focus sharpened at the mention of the small town.
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Meanwhile, I’d never heard of the place before.
“You know the place?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, uh, I’ve been there a few times,” he said. “I didn’t know they were going to have rain right now. Anyway, what are we having for lunch?”
He quickly changed the topic, but it didn’t bother me. I thought it was just the historian in him who was fascinated with odd places.
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After a wonderful evening with Liam, I found myself feeling unusually dizzy and faint. This was different. It was worse than the usual fatigue I’d brushed off as work stress.
My head felt heavy, and for a moment, my vision blurred. That was the day I finally decided it was time to see a doctor.
Sitting in the sterile waiting room, I kept telling myself it was nothing serious.
Just stress, just work, I thought. You’re gonna be okay.
But the doctor’s expression told me otherwise.
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He explained that the tests showed I had Multiple Sclerosis. The words didn’t sink in right away.
“It’s probably just stress, right?” I laughed weakly.
The doctor told me to calm down before he explained more.
He said words like “tests,” “rare”, and “serious,” but I have no idea what he told me. I could only feel my heart pound against my chest as I looked at him.
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At that point, I thought of Liam. He was the one person who’d brought light back into my life. Maybe he’d know what to say to make this all feel less terrifying.
As I left the doctor’s office, I felt tears stream down my cheeks. I quickly sat inside my car and typed out a message to Liam.
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Liam, I need to tell you something. I was at the doctor’s today… they diagnosed me with Multiple Sclerosis. I’m so scared. I don’t even know where to start dealing with this. I thought I’d be okay, but I’m not. I could really use your support right now, babe. Please meet me.
I hit send, praying he’d respond quickly.
Hours passed, though, and my phone stayed silent. By the time night turned to dawn, I was nearly sick with worry.
Maybe he doesn’t want to deal with this, I thought.
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Day one turned into day two, then day three, and still, there was no word.
He’s gone silent. Maybe he’s busy, but it’s been days. What if… what if he doesn’t want to deal with this? The thought hit me again, hard. I was alone again.
Memories of Stephan flooded back and his cold words echoed in my mind. “You’re just too sad, and I need someone who’s happy.”
Was I about to lose Liam the same way?
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Desperation took over, and I combed through his social media, looking for any sign of life. I called him repeatedly, but it went to voicemail. I even went to his apartment, but his neighbor told me he’d left suddenly.
“Why would he just leave without a word? Did my illness scare him that much?” I whispered to myself.
The pain of abandonment was too familiar. I was convinced Liam had chosen to walk away, just when I needed him the most.
On the fourth day, just as I was starting to accept that Liam had disappeared, my phone finally rang. His name lit up the screen.
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“Anya, I’m so sorry. I had to leave in such a rush,” he started, his voice sounding strained and exhausted. “My grandmother… she lives in Cosolia. She got really sick, and I just—”
Cosolia. That small town on the weather report, the one that had captured his attention at the diner. It all clicked, but the anger I’d felt these past days pushed through.
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“Do you have any idea what that did to me, Liam?” I interrupted. “You just vanished. I thought… I thought you were gone. Like everyone else.”
There was a pause, and his voice softened when he spoke again.
“I know, Anya. And I hate that I put you through that. I wanted to reach out, but everything went wrong. The storm knocked out all the power, the roads flooded… I couldn’t get to you.” His words poured out in a rush. “I couldn’t even find a working phone. The whole area was cut off.”
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Was he telling the truth? I wondered, feeling a flicker of doubt. Why hadn’t he ever mentioned this grandmother before? Or even that she lived in Cosolia? And what about all those times I’d asked about his family… why had he dodged my questions? Was he hiding more? My mind raced with questions, one after another. Should I trust him?
“Anya? Are you there?” His voice broke into my thoughts, pulling me back.
I took a breath. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about your family, Liam? Every time I asked, you brushed it off.”
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“Because…” he sighed. “I was ashamed. My family doesn’t have much. They live in a small town, and I thought you’d see me differently if you knew. My life’s messy, Anya. I didn’t want you to see that part of me.”
I stayed quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. The sincerity in his words felt real.
“Liam,” I said softly, “I’m not the kind of person who judges someone for where they come from or how much they have. I care about you for who you are.”
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“Thank you, Anya,” he said before taking a deep breath. “That… means everything to me. I’ll be back by tomorrow. And I’ll be here for you, for whatever you need.”
When Liam returned the next day, he came straight to my place. We sat on the couch and talked about everything. About my diagnosis, his family, and our fears.
And for the first time, I let down my walls completely.
“I don’t want to be a burden, Liam,” I said quietly, tears brimming. “You didn’t sign up for this…”
He took my hand and looked straight into my eyes.
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“Anya, life isn’t about ‘signing up’ for things. It throws us surprises. Good and bad. And I’m not going anywhere.” He squeezed my hand gently. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’ll be here with you, for as long as you need me.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked at him.
“I’m so sorry for putting you through this, Liam,” I managed to say between sobs. “I…”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. It was exactly the kind of hug I needed at that moment.
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A few days later, Liam drove me to my next doctor’s appointment. He opened the door for me and held my hand as we entered the office.
For the first time in years, I had someone standing by my side during one of the lowest points of my life. Someone who wouldn’t leave if I cried too much. Someone who was ready to accept both the good and the messy sides of me.
I don’t know what I did to deserve a person like Liam. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.
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My Husband Always Left the House When His Phone Rang & Returned with Smelly Clothes
When James, my husband, started leaving the house in a rush, I was sure something sinister was happening. He did this several times without a clear explanation. His strange behavior had me thinking he might be ch_eating, as he refused to tell me the real truth. When I finally found out the truth of what he was doing, I was shaken to my core!
For ten years of our marriage, I thought I knew everything about him. But MAN, was I mistaken! What I believed I knew about him was that he was driven and successful. He always seemed so tough, almost impenetrable
For all the time James and I had been together, I’d never seen him cry! But I never doubted his love for me; I could simply feel it in his actions, even if he didn’t say it often. That was until the last few months when things started to change.
My husband began acting differently. He was rarely home, spent no time with the children, and every time his phone rang, he would immediately leave.
When I confronted him about the calls and the rushed departures, he made a claim I couldn’t fathom. “It’s urgent office work, my love.” I didn’t believe him at all, mainly due to the next thing I am about to share.
What had me doubting him was the oddest part of all this. My husband would come back home and IMMEDIATELY throw his clothes in the washing machine! His clothes were washed even if he’d only worn them that day for roughly an hour!
After that, James would take a shower, no matter how briefly he’d been gone. It was perplexing and, frankly, worrisome! No matter how I tried to get him to tell me the truth about what he was actually doing, James would stick to the work excuse.
I once snuck to the washing machine during his shower time. Doing my own investigations I pulled out his clothes to smell them for women’s perfume. Instead, I was hit with a stench I couldn’t explain! His clothes smelled PUTRID!
That evening, after my husband left in a hurry once again, I made a decision that I couldn’t take it anymore and was fed up. I needed to know what was going on! I grabbed my coat and tracked him down, following him to his destination.
My heart pounded as I trailed his car through the winding streets. He finally came to a halt when he parked in front of an old, run-down building on the edge of town.
I even wondered whether it was safe to go in or not and hesitated for a while before summoning the courage to enter. But what I witnessed inside left me SPEECHLESS!
I saw him with a bunch of people and they were doing something I couldn’t even comprehend as I stood there with my mouth open. James, my stoic, seemingly indifferent husband, was there in an APRON! MY man was serving food to a group of homeless people!
He was smiling, chatting, and laughing, a side of him I had NEVER seen before! It was like watching a stranger, but one who looked so much like the man I married! As if sensing my presence, James looked up, and our eyes met.
He froze, his face a mask of fear and surprise. My husband then quickly made his way over to me, taking off his apron as he walked. “Lily, I can explain,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Please do,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
“What is all this? Why didn’t you tell me?” James took a deep breath, leading me to a quieter corner. “This is my project, the one I live for.” I watched him, waiting for the revelation that was about to change everything I thought I knew about my husband.
“I was born in poverty,” he began. “Sometimes, my family had nothing to eat. My single mom couldn’t feed me and my brother, so she gave us up for adoption,” James said. “We were taken in by a wealthy family who gave us everything we needed.”
I was shocked that I’d never known this about him. “But there was a catch. My new dad was strict; he believed in toughness and never showing vulnerability,” my husband continued. “I had to bury my soft side deep inside just to survive in that house because my adopted father forbade me from showing it.”
“He’s the one who taught me to be tough and determined, hence my work ethic.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened. This was a side of James I never knew, a past he had never shared. “So, you started this to show your true self?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“Yes,” he said, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and relief. “When I became successful, I realized I needed to find a way to express my soft side somewhere. I wanted to give back somehow.”
“I wanted to help people who are in the same position I once was.”
“So, I started this shelter, this kitchen, as my way of giving back and being true to who I am. It’s a part of me I’ve hidden for so long.” He explained how he started feeding poor and homeless people and sheltering them too.
What he did hit me hard, the weight of his hidden life pressing down on me. I understood now why he had been so secretive, why he NEEDED this outlet. It wasn’t just about work; it was about redemption and compassion.
I took his hand in mine. “James, you should have told me. We could have done this together.” He squeezed my hand, a tear slipping down his cheek. At that moment, I fell deeper in love with him, realizing that he was human too.
I saw a side of him that made me see that he was a multifaceted being. “I was scared, Lily. Scared of what you might think, scared of appearing weak.”
“You’re not weak, my darling,” I said firmly. “Showing your soft side, helping these people, that’s the STRONGEST thing you can do!”
Since then, our relationship changed. I finally understood why he was secretive and washed his clothes after every trip. I joined James in his mission. I started volunteering at the shelter and bringing the children along too.
They learned the value of kindness and humility, and at the same time saw their father in a new light! We grew closer than ever, united by his hidden passion and newfound openness. My husband showed me that true strength lies in being able to show your vulnerability.
I also learned through him that inner strength lay in giving WITHOUT expecting anything in return. The act of giving was a gift of its own. Our family became stronger, bound by love. We were united by his formerly hidden compassion, newfound openness, and a shared commitment to helping others.
Luckily for Lily, her husband wasn’t doing anything wrong on his random trips.
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