Ever since I lost my parents at a young age, I got used to living all alone. The only one who supported me during those times was my current husband. He was kind, warm, and felt like family. I truly believed that marriage would mean never being alone again—that I could finally be happy. But after we married, I was faced with a harsh and unexpected reality. His child from a previous relationship turned out to be colder and far less welcoming than I imagined. Their attitude and behavior made me feel like nothing more than a stepping stone. Yet, the thought of returning to loneliness leaves me powerless. Even now, I can't forget those painful days.