I married an elderly woman NOT FOR LOVE, but for her home… but after her death I received something that still makes my hands tremble todayI married an old woman NOT FOR LOVE , but because of his home… but after his death I received something that still makes my hands tremble today I married an elderly woman NOT FOR LOVE, but for her home… but after her death I received something that still makes my hands tremble today 💍💔💸I married an elderly woman NOT FOR LOVE, but for her home… but after her death I received something that still makes my hands tremble today 😱💔👇 I don’t know how many people who read this story will judge me. Probably many. And they’d be right. I do not write this to justify myself, but because sometimes a person needs to say out loud his greatest shame in order to finally understand what kind of person he became. My name is Nathan. When I met Eleanor, I was twenty-five. I had no home, not a stable job,

Now, once a week, I volunteer at the charity

center that Eleanor left much of his money to.

Sometimes I meet young people there who painfully remind me of the person I was before.

Cold looks.

Pride wound.

Empty pockets.

Rage against the whole world.

Sometimes someone says to me:

“You can’t understand what it means to have nothing.”

I usually smile in silence.

And then I answer:

“I understand it better than you imagine.”

That wooden box is still on my table.

Sometimes I open it and read Eleanor’s letter again.

And every time I do, I think about how late I realized that Eleanor had never been my punishment.

It was my salvation.

I married her because I wanted to take advantage of her.

And in the end he left me something whose value no will could measure.

He left me a chance to become someone else.