After my divorce and job loss, I rented a cabin to grieve in peace. My elderly neighbor brought me disasters disguised as meals. I pretended to love them until her husband caught me throwing a dish away.
What he revealed about his wife changed how I saw every burned casserole. I’m Rachel, and last year, my life fell apart in ways I never saw coming. Twelve years of marriage ended when my husband decided he needed “a fresh start” with someone younger.
A week after I signed the divorce papers, my company got acquired, and I lost my job. No severance package, just a cardboard box and a generic email thanking me for my service. I felt like someone had hollowed me out with a spoon.
My friends didn’t know what to say anymore, so they stopped calling. Money got tight fast. Every morning I woke up thinking the same thing: what’s the point?
So, I did something I’d never done before and just ran away. I found a tiny cedar cabin in a Vermont town so peaceful it felt like time moved differently there. The kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and strangers stick out like sore thumbs.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
