Julietta Farina

The night was cold and unforgiving. The wind howled through the narrow streets of Chicago, rattling old

A few months ago, I thought my life was finally coming together. I had found love in a woman I

Life had always been simple for me. At 31, I was living exactly how I wanted—carefree, unbothered, and

Michael and David met at work. David had recently joined a construction company in Chicago as the new manager.

I used to believe that marriage was about love, trust, and building a life together. I was wrong.

A year ago, my older brother, Adam, had his whole world fall apart. His wife, Emily, died just days after

At first, I thought the problem was me. Maybe I just wasn’t good enough. Maybe I walked funny, maybe

I’m 30 years old, but it feels like my life has come to a standstill. It’s not just a rough patch—it’s

I was never wanted. My father married my mother not out of love, but because he had no choice—she was

My wife and I divorced when our children were already independent: my son was working and living with