When two people say ‘I do,’ they promise to be by each other’s side in sickness and in health, but do they keep that promise when things get hard? Some are determined to remain their partner’s support until the very end, while other’s decide to leave. That is why we should always choose carefully who we want to spend the rest of our life with.
Riona Kelly and her husband were happily married for 14 years, or at least she thought so.
A one point in her life, this mother of two suffered a stoke which left her paralyzed from the waist down. Chances that she could ever walk again were poor, but doctors believed that over time, she could again stand on her feet with the help of exercises and a strong will.
Sadly, her husband wasn’t willing to support her during the process. Instead, he decided to leave her for good.
That broke Riona’s heart. However, as time passed by, she realized that having someone in her life as selfish as her ex-husband wasn’t what she wished for. She now knew that she didn’t need him anymore.
Riona started therapy with Keith, a personal assistant who was about to help her get her old life back.
The two spent much time together, and eventually fell in love with each other. Her determination to get on her feet again and to never give up inspired Keith.
He was there for her through her tough times and helped her overcome them.
Eventually, she recovered and the two are still together. Her kids love Keith and they even refer to him as to their dad.
Not even in her wildest dreams did this woman believe that a tragedy could lead to finding the love of her life.
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling
I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.
They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.
Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.
The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.
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