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My 63-Year-Old Neighbor Became the Reason for My Divorce from My Husband – And It's Not about Cheating
Grace and Tom's married life was perfect until they moved to a new neighborhood with a strange old woman as their neighbor. One day, after Tom visited the mysterious woman, he was ready to walk out on his marriage without any explanation...
Life with my husband was like living a dream. At 34, I often marveled at how perfect our life together seemed. I understood that most marriages faced turmoil, but Tom and I seemed to be cut off from that.
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A happy couple | Source: Midjourney
We had been married for seven and a half years, and two children later, Tom, at 41, was still very much the perfect man I had met years ago.
Every morning, he brought me coffee in bed, and most evenings, he'd surprise me with flowers or boxes of chocolate.
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A box of chocolate and flowers | Source: Midjourney
Six months ago, we moved into a new house in a quiet neighborhood.
"The kids are going to have to get used to a quiet life," Tom said when we first moved in. "They're used to the city life."
But they were the reason we moved to the new house anyway. It felt like the perfect place to raise our family, and the kids' new school was nearby.
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Teenage siblings | Source: Midjourney
"They'll be fine," I said. "Once they get into their routine, I don't think they'll know the difference."
I was excited about the fresh start too. I wanted new surroundings where I could just put my head down and write in my study.
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A woman typing | Source: Midjourney
But there was one peculiar element in our new environment: our elderly neighbor, Stephanie.
She lived alone in the house next to ours. And to put it mildly, she was quite strange. She never really talked to us, but would often stand outside her house and gaze at ours.
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An older woman | Source: Midjourney
"Maybe she's just one of those old ladies who's been alone so long that she lives in her head," Tom said one day as we were having a glass of wine outside.
"But that doesn't make sense," I replied. "There are always people over. I see them going in and out all the time."
And it's true. Every day, different people would go in and leave an hour or two later. Their reactions varied wildly.
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A couple drinking together | Source: Midjourney
Some would leave red-faced and crying, others smiling widely or looking deeply contemplative. It was all very unsettling.
Despite the odd neighbor, our life carried on blissfully. That was until one fateful morning when I woke up to find Tom frantically packing his things.
"Tom, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling with confusion.
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A man with packed bags | Source: Midjourney
"Grace," he said quietly, avoiding my eyes. "I just have to go. I'm sorry. I'll still take care of the kids and help out where I can, but our life together is over."
I stood there, frozen. I couldn't believe what was happening.
"What do you mean, Tom? You have to go? What's going on? Tom, please talk to me. What happened?"
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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
But all he did was keep repeating, "It's the right thing to do. It's the right thing, Grace. It's just right."
"Leaving your family isn't the right thing to do," I said.
He looked at me for a moment, his eyes trying to tell me more. But then he turned away.
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A close-up of a man | Source: Midjourney
I watched in disbelief as he loaded his suitcases into the car and drove away. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. Our perfect life was shattering before my eyes, and I had no idea why.
Later that day, my daughter, Hannah, came up to me with a puzzled look on her face.
"Mom, is Dad leaving us because of what the neighbor told him yesterday when he went to see her?"
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An upset girl | Source: Midjourney
My mind raced. Why would Tom go and see the kooky old lady without telling me?
"What do you mean, honey? When did Dad go to her? And why?" I asked.
"Yesterday afternoon, when you went to pick Caleb up from sports practice," she said. "I was on the porch talking to Maria on the phone, and I saw him go over there. He was there for a while."
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A teenage boy holding a baseball bat | Source: Midjourney
A cold realization washed over me.
Stephanie.
Whatever strange things she was up to, she had involved my husband.
"Did you ask him about it when he got back?" I asked.
My daughter shook her head.
Determined to get answers, I marched over to Stephanie's house and knocked on her door. She opened it slowly, her face a mask of calm.
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An older woman opening a door | Source: Midjourney
"Stephanie, what did you say to my husband?" I demanded.
She looked at me with a serene expression.
"I simply told him the truth, my dear. He's not happy with his family. And that's going to affect his business. So, he needs to find his happiness elsewhere."
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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
"What?" I exploded. "You have no right to interfere in our lives like that! You don't even know us!"
She sighed, as if dealing with a child.
"I'm a fortune teller, my dear. I see things as they are and as they should be. Your husband was meant to find his happiness with someone else."
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A woman holding a crystal ball | Source: Midjourney
Seething with anger and disbelief, I stormed out of her house. I couldn't believe that Tom would take the words of this woman so seriously.
"What the hell, Tom?" I blurted out as I walked back to my home.
Desperate, I tracked his location on my phone and saw that he was parked at a gas station nearby.
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A woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney
I got into my car and drove there, my mind racing with questions and emotions.
When I arrived, I saw Tom inside the convenience store. He was standing at the counter, flirting with the cashier shamelessly.
"Who is this man?" I muttered to myself.
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A gas station | Source: Midjourney
I approached them, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak.
"Tom, what is going on?" I asked.
He turned to me, guilt flashing in his eyes before he masked it with a determined expression.
"This is my destiny, Grace. Stephanie said that I'm meant to be with this woman," he said. "She said that true happiness lies with this woman."
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A cashier at a gas station | Source: Midjourney
The cashier looked shocked. "Wait, what?" she asked. "Stephanie? The fortune teller?"
"So you know her!" my husband exclaimed excitedly.
"She's my mother," the woman said, rolling her eyes. "She's been trying to find a husband for me for the longest time. I had no idea she would go this far!"
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A close-up of a frowning woman | Source: Midjourney
Then it all clicked.
As I stood there, watching the scene unfold, everything fell into place.
Stephanie, with her "gift" of fortune telling, had manipulated Tom into thinking he needed to leave his family to be with her daughter. She convinced him that was where his true happiness lay.
"Tom, you've been played by that old woman," I said. "She did this to break us up for her own benefit."
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An upset woman with her hands on her head | Source: Midjourney
Tom's face fell as the realization hit him.
"No! It can't be! Grace!" he exclaimed. "She seemed so sure... She had her cards and everything. I'm so sorry."
Despite his apology, the damage was done. Our perfect life was in ruins.
"I'm going home," I said.
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A person holding tarot cards | Source: Midjourney
I got into my car and drove away. I didn't know what else to do. How was I supposed to act like everything was fine?
When I got home, I sat in the living room, trying to figure out what I was going to tell my children.
Moments later, Tom walked through the door looking frantic.
"Grace," he said, sprinting across the room toward me.
"No," I said simply.
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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
"Look, it's more than what it seems. Stephanie said that if I stayed, then it would affect business and the children's lives. She said that I would only bring misery to the house if we stayed together. I got scared. I didn't want that to be our reality. So, I listened."
"But you didn't think about talking to me first?" I asked. "About telling me about your visit with her? You didn't mention anything. You were just ready to throw our marriage away based on the word of a fortune teller!"
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An upset woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney
"I believed her, Grace," he said. "Please, just give me another chance. I see now that she just wanted me to meet her daughter."
After what seemed like hours of Tom's pleading, I eventually gave in and allowed him to move back in. But it was on the condition that he went to therapy. He needed to be brought back to his senses.
"I'll do whatever you want me to do," he said.
But the betrayal had left a deep scar. And I struggled to look past it.
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An upset man | Source: Midjourney
One evening, after another grueling therapy session, Tom sat across from me at the kitchen table, his eyes filled with regret.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said.
"I know. But it's not just about what you did. It's about how easily you let someone else manipulate you into leaving us. Our trust is broken."
He reached across the table, trying to take my hand.
"I'll do anything to make it up to you," he said.
But right now, I don't know. The hurt is just too fresh.
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An upset woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney
What should I do?
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My Husband Didn't Take Me on Vacation with His Family – I Found Out Why after Unexpected Help from My Mother-in-Law
Layla's husband, Tom, has an annual tradition involving a family vacation that she isn't invited to. After years of being excluded, Layla finally asks why. As she does her own digging, she and her mother-in-law discover a family secret that breaks the family apart.
My husband, Tom, has been going on an annual island vacation with his family since we got married. That's twelve years of family trips without me.
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A man on vacation | Source: Midjourney
Every year, he'd pack his bags and leave our two kids and me behind.
"My mom doesn't want in-laws on the trip, Layla," he said. "You know this. It's the same story every year. But you continue to ask about it."
My husband rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, his hands wrapped tightly around his phone.
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A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
"Why don't you just cancel this one, and we can take the kids on holiday instead?" I asked, tossing a salad to go with our dinner.
"Why would I do that?" he retorted. "The kids are too young and it will be chaotic. When they're older, we can start talking about holidays with them."
"And me?" I asked. "Are you sure your mom will mind?"
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A woman in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
"She doesn't want you there, Layla," Tom said. "And if you come, you'll just embarrass yourself."
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