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,

times I didn’t even thank him.

One day he realized my shoes were broken.

The next night there was a new pair waiting for me by the door.

“You needed them,” he said.

“Yes. They’re fine,” I replied.

And that was it.

I didn’t hug her.

I didn’t really appreciate it.

I didn’t even stop to think that the woman I was using was still trying to take care of me.

That winter he bought me a new coat.

“Don’t go out like this,” he said. “You’re going to freeze.”

And I, inside, just thought,

“I don’t need your coat, Eleanor. I need your home.”

That was the man he really was.

When I saw his medications, he didn’t think about his pain.

I was thinking about my future.w

Every time I went to the doctor, I asked him,