I thought my husband would be there for me when my mom passed away, but instead, he chose a vacation to Hawaii over my grief. Devastated, I faced the funeral alone. But when he returned, he walked into a situation he never expected—a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. I was at work when the doctor’s number flashed on my phone, and somehow, I knew what was coming. My heart sank even before I answered. Mom was gone. Just like that. One minute she was fighting a minor lung infection, and the next… nothing. My world stopped making sense.
I don’t remember much after that. One moment I was sitting in my cubicle, and the next I was home, fumbling with my keys, eyes blurred with tears. John’s car was in the driveway, another one of his “work-from-home” days, which usually meant ESPN muted in the background while he pretended to answer emails.“John?” My voice echoed through the house. “I need you.” He stepped into the kitchen, holding a coffee mug, looking mildly annoyed. “What’s wrong? You look terrible.” I tried to speak, but the words got tangled in my throat. I reached out to him, desperate for comfort. He sighed and gave me a quick, awkward pat on the back, like he was consoling a distant acquaintance. “My mom… she died, John. Mom’s gone.” His grip tightened for a moment. “Oh, wow. That’s… I’m sorry.” Then, just as quickly, he pulled away. “Do you want me to order takeout?
Maybe Thai?” I nodded, numb. The next day, reality hit hard. There was so much to handle—planning the funeral, notifying family, and dealing with a lifetime of memories. As I sat at the kitchen table, buried in lists, I remembered our planned vacation. “John, we’ll need to cancel Hawaii,” I said, looking up from my phone. “The funeral will probably be next week, and—” “Cancel?”
He lowered his newspaper, frowning. “Edith, those tickets were non-refundable. We’d lose a lot of money. Besides, I’ve already booked my golf games.” I stared at him, stunned. “John, my mother just died.” He folded the newspaper with the kind of precision that told me he was more irritated than concerned. “I get that you’re upset, but funerals are for family. I’m just your husband—your cousins won’t even notice I’m not there. You can handle things here, and you know I’m not great with emotional stuff.” It felt like I’d been punched in the gut. “Just my husband?” “You know what I mean,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze and adjusting his tie. “Besides, someone should use those tickets. You can text me if you need anything.” I felt like I was seeing him clearly for the first time in 15 years of marriage. The week that followed was a blur. John occasionally offered a stiff pat on the shoulder or suggested I watch a comedy to lift my mood. But when the day of the funeral came, he was on a plane to Hawaii, posting Instagram stories of sunsets and cocktails. “#LivingMyBestLife,” one caption read. Meanwhile, I buried my mother alone on a rainy Thursday. That night, sitting in an empty house, surrounded by untouched sympathy casseroles, something snapped inside me. I had spent years making excuses for John’s emotional absence. “He’s just not a feelings person,” I would say. “He shows his love in other ways.” But I was done pretending.I called my friend Sarah, a realtor. “Can you list the house for me? Oh, and include John’s Porsche in the deal.” “His Porsche? Eddie, he’ll lose it!” “That’s the point.” The next morning, “potential buyers” started showing up. I sat in the kitchen, sipping coffee, watching as they circled John’s beloved car. When his Uber finally pulled into the driveway, I couldn’t help but smile. It was showtime. John stormed in, face flushed. “Edith, what the hell? People are asking about my car!” “Oh, that. I’m selling the house. The Porsche is a great bonus, don’t you think?”He sputtered, pulling out his phone. “This is insane! I’ll call Sarah right now!” “Go ahead,” I said sweetly. “Maybe you can tell her about your fabulous vacation. How was the beach?” Realization slowly dawned across his face. “This… is this some kind of payback? Did I do something wrong?” I stood, letting my anger finally surface. “You abandoned me when I needed you most. I’m just doing what you do: looking out for myself. After all, I’m just your wife, right?” John spent the next hour frantically trying to shoo away buyers, while begging me to reconsider. By the time Sarah texted that her friends had run out of patience, I let him off the hook—sort of. “Fine. I won’t sell the house or the car.” I paused. “This time.” He sagged with relief. “Thank you, Edith. I—” I held up my hand. “But things are going to change. I needed my husband, and you weren’t there. You’re going to start acting like a partner, or next time, the For Sale sign will be real.” He looked ashamed, finally understanding the gravity of his actions. “What can I do to make this right?” “You can start by showing up. Be a partner, not a roommate. I lost my mother, John. That kind of grief isn’t something you can fix with a vacation or a fancy dinner.” He nodded. “I don’t know how to be the man you need, but I love you, and I want to try.” It’s not perfect now. John still struggles with emotions, but he’s going to therapy, and last week, for the first time, he asked me how I was feeling about Mom. He listened while I talked about how much I missed her calls and how I sometimes still reach for the phone, only to remember she’s not there. He even opened up a little about his own feelings. It’s progress. Baby steps. I often wonder what Mom would say about all this. I can almost hear her chuckling, shaking her head. “That’s my girl,” she’d say. “Never let them see you sweat. Just show them the ‘For Sale’ sign instead.” Because if there’s one thing she taught me, it’s that strength comes in many forms. Sometimes it’s pushing through the pain, and sometimes it’s knowing when to push back.
“How Come She Still Has Her Hair”, Princess Catherine’s First Outing Shocks People Amid Chemo Treatment
Princess Catherine of Wales wowed everyone with her first public appearance in months. People were blown away by her hair, especially since she’s been dealing with chemotherapy and hair loss, and couldn’t stop talking about it.
The Princess of Wales has had an incredibly challenging year, returning to the public eye four months after starting chemotherapy. Kate was diagnosed with cancer and has been recovering at home in Windsor with the support of her husband, Prince William, and the Middleton family.
The mother of three asked for time, space, and privacy for her family when she announced that she was being treated for an undisclosed form of cancer.
She made a stunning appearance at Trooping the Colour for King Charles III’s birthday parade in London, turning heads with her gorgeous dress and hair. This was Catherine’s first public event since her diagnosis, and she wowed everyone in a white dress with black trim and ribbon details on the neckline.
Catherine finished her upcycled outfit with a white hat, pearl studs, and the Irish Guards Regimental Brooch, honoring her role. Her hair was styled in a low bun with intricate detailing, and it was this detail that people mostly focused on.
Many questioned her hair, given that she had undergone chemotherapy. Some even doubted it was the Princess of Wales. “That’s not her,” someone commented in disbelief, while another stated, “That’s not Kate.”
One user expressed genuine curiosity, saying, “Want to know how she’s keeping her hair through chemotherapy… This is a serious question. I am not making a dig or anything like that…”
“You can have chemotherapy and not lose your hair?”, someone else questioned, or others commented with things like: “Was William with her? And if she’s having chemo how come she still has her hair?”.
Comments continued, and a user commented underneath a video displaying the princess with her daughter Charlotte: “She doesn’t look herself however I find it a bit weird that after 6 months of chemo she still looks good. I mean bless her if this is the case, but I still believe that something else is up.”
Amidst questions and curiosity, people couldn’t help but feel joy seeing Kate return to the public eye looking as stunning as ever. Most comments highlighted this, complimenting the Princess of Wales on her appearance.
“Such beauty, grace, and elegance while the whole world is watching all while facing the toughest time of life.. a true inspiration what a Princess…”, someone wrote. “She looks great considering what she’s going through. Praying she gets through the day as best as she can.”
Another user recognized Kate’s elegance and class, writing: “Looking beautiful, as usual! A true princess: elegant, classy & strong!”
People have been buzzing about Princess Catherine’s appearance on another occasion.
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