I Slept With a Stranger on My 62nd Birthday—Then Woke Up Alone and Found an Envelope on the Nightstand. What Was Inside Made Me Regret That Night

I Slept With a Stranger on My 62nd Birthday—Then Woke Up Alone and Found an Envelope on the Nightstand. What Was Inside Made Me Regret That Night
I slept with a stranger on my 62nd birthday, and when I woke up alone the next morning, I saw an envelope on the nightstand. What was inside made me regret that night. 😳

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That day, I turned sixty-two.

I woke up early and immediately checked my phone, expecting to see messages from my children, relatives, or at least some old friends.

But the screen was empty.

One hour passed, then another. Lunchtime came, and still no one had remembered my birthday. My daughter was busy with her own family, my son lived in another city, and after my husband died, I had almost completely stopped seeing my friends.

I sat alone in the kitchen in front of a small cake I had bought for myself the day before, and suddenly realized I didn’t want to spend the entire day at home.

I put on my favorite green dress, styled my hair, took out a pair of earrings that had been sitting in my jewelry box for years, and went into the city.