The inheritance my husband is about to receive is probably the only chance I’ll have for financial stability in my lifetime. We could pay off our debts and buy a house – something I never thought would be possible. I’m disabled, unemployed, and have only meagre government benefits to my name. This money would change my life.
But I’m so unhappy with him, and want a divorce. Seeing as I’m overweight, unattractive, and have severe mental health issues, I doubt anyone else would ever want me, so there’s a part of me that thinks I should be pragmatic, accept I’ll never be truly happy, make the best of it, and at least have security and companionship. And that makes me a horrible person.