I’m Being Thrown Out of My Home Because I Don’t Want to Remain Widow for Life

Coping with grief and losing a partner is a daunting experience, and moving on can be particularly hard. Our reader Donna has rediscovered love following her husband’s passing and is now expecting her first baby. However, her circumstances have become more complex: Donna lives in a property owned by her in-laws, who are displeased with her plans to introduce her new partner into their home. With this conflict at hand, the expectant mother has reached out to us for guidance.Donna’s letter:

My in-laws let us live in their second house when we got married. Soon after, my husband got sick and passed away before we could start a family. My in-laws supported me and told me I could continue
living there. Four years later, I found love again and am now pregnant. My boyfriend doesn’t own a
place and will move in. However,

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