
When Jealousy Turns Deadly…
It all starts with a simple, sincere love story… and ends in an unforgivable betrayal.
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It all starts with a simple, sincere love story… and ends in an unforgivable betrayal.

I’m a 39-year-old woman still living with my parents. I’m a mother of five, each with a different dad. The problem is, I can’t stand being at home because of my mom’s constant criticism.

My mother-in-law prefers the kids from my husband’s first marriage. She gives them more attention and affection. As for mine, it’s always criticism.

Because of a delivery mix-up, I found out my dear husband is cheating. I was in my shop when a group of young people showed up—and I realized they were there to deliver a gift.

No matter the event — happy or sad — I’m the one who pays the most. If my parents are sick, it’s me. If we have to support someone on my dad’s or mom’s side of the family, it’s me. Anything that involves money… it’s always me.

My two children were dead. While I was losing everything, he was with his mistress, enjoying himself. The next day at 3 a.m., I came across Valentine’s Day surprise videos…

We don’t talk enough about depression, even though it’s something so many people deal with. I’ve tried to end my life several times… and yes, it’s because of my husband.

I’m a married man, and honestly, sometimes my pride gets the best of me. Whenever my wife and I argue, I react with anger. I refuse to eat the food she cooks, and I cut off all intimacy for days… sometimes even longer.

He calls our daughter by his late wife’s name. He talks about her in the present tense, like she’s still alive. He keeps her things untouched, her photos still hanging on the walls…

Never again a single mom — they always end up sleeping with their ex. I accepted her the way she was, with her past and her two daughters, without setting any conditions. But…

I’m forty and living with my twenty-seven-year-old little brother—a tough situation on its own, made downright unbearable by his wife.

I’m new in America, only been in Canada for two years. A few months ago, my little brother connected me with one of his friends—and wow, she was stunning.

My problem was that the man didn’t want to make our relationship official; he was hiding me and didn’t want to leave his lawful wife. One day, a friend told me about spiritual rituals and took me to a marabout in...