I am a broken-hearted widow. I lost my zest for life in 2004 when my dear husband was suddenly taken from me.
We had rented all our lives and had nothing to show for all our hard work as we gave everything we had to our children — having grown up poor, we wanted our children to have the best of everything.
My son bought a house and took me to live with him. The move from the inner-city to the Central Coast was hard to adjust to as I became isolated from friends and family.
I only ever received a few calls from friends and family as standard rates to the Coast were quite high. My daughter was the only one who rang each day to check on me, but she was absorbed by her young family. My son was not one for conversation and I often felt he thought he had done enough just providing a roof over my head.
Years quickly passed and my day-to-day routine grated on me. My husband used to take care of my every need and now I was alone and hated having to fend for myself.
I started to fake a few illnesses for sympathy and even staged a fall to show how frail I had become.
My son was sympathetic at first, until he met a young lady who seemed to know my game. My son had been burnt so many times and deserved happiness but I was determined to make him choose me.
Being a rather large lady, I was ordered by my doctor to lose weight for my health. So I began eating right and exercising. The weight started to fly off, and my son commented on how well I looked. He was amazed at how my life was back on track.
Soon he began talking to me about marriage which terrified me as I did not want to be alone. I started to eat less and less food, even to the point I once fainted.
My son asked me what was going on and I told him I had severe depression and had lost the will to live.
My son put so much effort into helping me that he neglected his partner and she left him. I continued not to eat much as I loved the pity and attention and loved fitting into smaller clothes.
Today I am still thin, but now I have really made myself frail.
My son and daughter rally around me but have also started to resent me. I know I have become a burden and, as horrible as it seems, I don’t care enough to change.
Names in this story have been changed. Picture posed by model.
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