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,

But when I finally heard them, something inside me

was completely empty.

Eleanor was dead.

During the funeral, his relatives looked at me as if they could read every thought I had had in my life.

“I was only with her for the money,” one whispered.

“Eleanor knew it,” another replied. “And yet she was always good to him.”

I pretended not to listen to them.

But I heard every word.

And I felt like I deserved every single one of them.

After the funeral, Eleanor’s lawyer called me to his office. I sat in front of him and tried to appear calm.

But inside I was already making accounts.

The house.

The money.

A safe life.

Finally, I thought, I could get out of the hole I had gotten myself into.

The lawyer opened Eleanor’s will.

And from the very beginning I understood that nothing was going to happen as I had imagined.