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  • The Amazing Story Behind This Breastfeeding Painting

    This painting of a young woman breastfeeding an old man in a prison cell was sold for Euros 30 million. The painting may look perverse but the story behind is from historical records.


    The poor man was sentenced to “death by starvation” for stealing a loaf of bread during the reign of Louis XIV in France. The woman was his only daughter and the only visitor to his cell. She was allowed to visit him daily but was frisked thoroughly such that no food was taken in.

    When after 4 months the man still survived with no weight loss, the authorities were perplexed and started spying on her in the cell and to their utter astonishment found her to breastfeed her father to the fullest sharing her baby’s milk. The judges then realizing the compassion and love of the woman for her father, pardoned the father and set him free.


    This piece of history brings into focus how deep is a woman’s compassion in our daily lives that men often tend to overlook.

  • Forever my tiny prem, always my gorgeous boy

    Dearest little Chew,

    We let you down, I’m sorry. We should’ve argued for you louder, fought harder. This morning you woke up and you were so, so pale. The special nurse who comes when you get poorly came down, and within minutes the hallway was flooded with doctors and nurses and specialists trying to save you.

    You have a very aggressive, vicious form of bacterial meningitis that has travelled down your spinal cord and has gone into your blood – which means you’re also battling sepsis.

    We’ve had to remove your shunt and put an external drain in, you had that a few years ago and we were in hospital for 3 months. Please don’t try and pull your drain out this time, mummy can’t handle another admission like that.

    Believe me when I tell you that your team have been told exactly what they’ve done. They were so, so adamant that it was a condition rather than an infection. It could have, and still might, cost you your life. They know where they stand, and I promise you there will not be a next time.

    My heart hurts. Watching you, breathing through a tube. Broken ribs. Strung out on morphine. External drain in place, long lines and catheters. My heart is so heavy I’m practically dragging it behind me. My eyes burn from tears and my voice is croaked for shouting. I am so, so sorry. You didn’t deserve this.

    I’m not going to ask you to hold on, because that’s not fair. I just want to tell you how proud I am of you. You have given this your all and I couldn’t have asked for anything else. I’m going to stay, right by your bedside. Holding your hand. Reading you stories. Keeping you cosy.

    You have done, and are doing, so well. I’m the proudest parent in the world right now, and the only person who gets credit for that is you. Rest up, my darling little hero. This is on your terms.

    I love you, more than you’ll ever have the ability to understand.

    Forever my tiny prem, always my gorgeous boy.

    Love, your broken hearted mama

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  • He ate 12 DOSES of Ex-lax.

    Oh my God, I have never laughed so fucking hard in my LIFE.

    So last night my husband took some Ex-lax. Then this morning, some shit started going down. Like, literally. He looked at the packaging and realized that when it said to eat 1-2 squares, it meant the tiny squares, not an entire block.

    He ate 12 DOSES of Ex-lax.

    (Husband, baby, I can see where the mistake was made. With that whole block of chocolate wrapped up like one dose, and it flipped backwards like it was, I get it. But good Lord, I can’t even with this.)

    So I’m calling Poison Control because he thought he was dying and I literally cannot stop laughing. I’m barely able to talk, I’m laughing so hard. The guy on the other end probably thought it was a prank call. I swear to God, I hope they record their calls and enjoy that one at the staff meeting later because even thinking about me trying to explain that my 39 year old husband just ate a whole brick of Ex-lax is making me wheeze.

    The guy was like, “The biggest risks are cramping, dehydration, and diaper rash.”

    Motherfucking DIAPER RASH.

    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I was NOT ready for this dude to come at me with diaper rash. I completely lost it. My husband was so pissed (from the bathroom of course). The Poison Control guy kept chuckling and going, “Oh boy. Oooooooh boy. You’ll need to get some Desitin.”

    DEAD.

    I am not equipped to deal with this kind of crisis. I know it could have been super serious, but OMG

    And the funniest part of all is he thought he only took a half dose because he only ate one bar 😂😂😂

    He’s going to be fine. I’m still crying. I can’t even drink my latte because I keep choking thinking about it and spitting my coffee back into my mug. I had to lay down sideways in a restaurant booth because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe, three full hours after this happened. I kept clearing my throat on the call with Poison Control like, “Ahem. Okay, I know this is serious. Please continue. AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

    💀💀💀💀💀💀

    He let me share this story. I have no idea why. All I know is it’s a gift to the universe.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/authorabbyjimenez/

  • MEET THE “REAL” BILL GATES.. IT’S NOT A PRETTY STORY

    Is this true …….. Not a pleasant story to read! I do hope we in the UK aren’t the next chapter in the Gates horror story

    MEET THE “REAL” BILL GATES.. IT’S NOT A PRETTY STORY.

    There was a time Bill Gates vaccinated millions of women claiming it safe (HPV Vaccine) and sterilized them without their knowledge!
    Let’s take a deep dive into Bill Gates’ megalomaniacal vaccination program that he has planned for everyone, now that the people who stand to get very rich from a COVID-19 vaccine are telling us that they want to force everyone to get the shot.

    The nation of India, which struggles with sanitation and disease outbreaks, finally kicked Bill Gates out of the country in 2017. Why did that happen?
    Back in 2000, the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation offered a ton of money to India, in exchange for having its own handpicked “experts” put in charge of India’s National Technical Advisory Group on Immunization (NTAGI).

    Bill Gates’ experts recommended that children in India be given FIFTY polio shots before age 5. The result between 2000 and 2017 was that 490,000 children in India were crippled with non-polio acute flaccid paralysis. It may not sound so bad to some , but non-polio acute flaccid paralysis is actually a horrible disease that leaves children paralyzed!!!

    In another example in India, Gates funded an HPV vaccine that was administered to 23,000 girls in rural parts of the country (away from prying eyes, journalists and ethicists). According to a case that is now before the India Supreme Court, the Gates “doctors” bullied girls and their families into taking the shots, forged consent forms and then refused medical care to girls who were harmed by the vaccine. 5% of the girls immediately developed autoimmune and/or fertility disorders, and seven of the girls died after taking the shot.
    Former CIA and Pentagon Advisor: “Millions of Americans are in DANGER!”
    ***We know a similar vaccine was given to our granddaughter this yr and two wks later she experienced her first seizure. Since has been diagnosed “New Onset Epilepsy”

    You’ve probably heard about the Ted Talk that Bill Gates gave in 2010, in which he declared that vaccines “could reduce population.” He gave the World Health Organization $10 billion around the same time that he made that declaration. Four years later, the nation of Kenya found out what those chilling words meant.

    The WHO went into Kenya in 2014 and declared that every woman needed a tetanus shot due to a public health emergency. Not the men. It was only the women who were in danger of, you know… stepping on a rusty nail and developing tetanus. The goal was to get as many women as possible injected with the new “Bill Gates tetanus vaccine”. When people were skeptical about this, the Kenyan government stepped in by helping the WHO administer forced vaccinations.
    When millions of women who were forced to take the shot later realized that they could no longer get pregnant, the Catholic Doctors Association sent the Bill Gates tetanus vaccine out to independent labs for testing. Every single sample that was looked at by separate laboratories found a sterility formula in the tetanus shots.

    The WHO denied it initially, but finally admitted that it had been working on a sterility vaccine since 2004. This isn’t some Alex Jones conspiracy rant. These are facts that you can look up for yourself, which the garbage media in America conveniently declines to report on.

    In 2002, the Gates Foundation funded an experimental meningitis vaccine in Africa, administered to 500 children. 10% of the kids were paralyzed by the vaccine.
    Gates funded an experimental malaria vaccine trial in Africa in 2010, which was administered to about 6,000 babies. The result: 151 dead from the vaccine, and 20% of them suffered paralysis, seizures or febrile convulsions.

    That’s an awesome track record from a guy who wants to rush an untested coronavirus vaccine into the marketplace while forcing everyone to get the shot. He wants to jab everyone (except himself & his own children) with a needle.

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  • The Man Who Married His Doll Has A Baby

    The man who was married to his doll also had a kid with her.
    Ladies and gentlemen, I present the birth of Hunter! 👼🏻👼🏻👼🏻

    🥴🤣🤣🤣 what the actual fawk is going on in this world?!? 💀💀💀

  • My Covid 19 Story

    Ok. I thought I’d wait to at least see how things were going before I posted my status.
    On Monday after work I fell really ill. I know I’m a drama queen sometimes with man flu but something was definitely wrong. Monday night was horrific.

    Tuesday I booked a drive through covid test. Probably shouldn’t have driven myself and mounted the kerb 4 times. Was so tired when I got home I went straight to bed again. Marie checking my breathing and temperature which by this time had gone up to 39.8. Luckily for me while I was asleep she rang 111. Went through the call and 4 hours later a doctor rang.

    Went through more questions and advised me to go to A and E.
    I’ve been on a drip and oxygen since. And had chest X-ray , ct scan and bloods taken. Which confirmed I had infections in both lungs and the consultant confirmed I had covid 19.
    Which was a good job because my drive through test came back negative ! (They’re only 70 percent accurate you know).

    I’m so grateful to Marie for ringing 111 and sorting it. If left to me I wasn’t really sure what was happening and totally out of it. And who knows if it had been left another couple of days.
    The treatment I’ve had since I’ve been here has been truly amazing. They really are angels. Even the man nurses.


    From seeing my neice Melissa-Marie when she saw at the end of her night shift I had been sent to resuscitation and came to talk to me and reassure me for a little while, through giving consent to being put to sleep for an indefinite time to be put on a ventilator if required and I took a turn for the worse to my mate Shane ringing me and telling me his wife Sam is on the next ward and will drop me some things off tomorrow as I’m not allowed visitors. You lot are amazing.


    “The nhs is on its knees”????
    From what I’ve seen in a very short space of time it’s staffed by the most amazing caring people. And we should be proud of every one of them. I certainly couldn’t be prouder of the friends and family I have in the nhs.
    I clapped again at 8 pm out of my window once more. But this time from the inside of a hospital looking out. The night doctor said to me “you really don’t need to clap, the fact you’re getting better is all we doctors need.”
    So just a heads up guys, anyone on my Facebook still thinking this a load of made up shit to put phone Masts up …
    You’re wrong
    Anyone saying Boris was on oxygen for a week so it wasn’t too bad and probably didn’t have it?…….
    I’ve sort of been there and You’re wrong……
    And anyone not clapping or showing appreciation for our amazing nhs ? Not social distancing cause you don’t think it’s serious? Dying to hear the word “unlock “ so you can resume the stupidity it took you weeks to get out of ???……
    Don’t care if I’ve known you from birth.
    Save me the bother will you ???
    I’m a 52 year old bloke who will openly admit to crying several times in the last few days and has been humbled once again by people’s kindness.
    I’m sharing a ward with a 73 year old fantastic guy called ken who went in queens 6 months ago for his toe off because of diabetes and is sat across from me with one leg now and after all that tested same as me for covid. Listening to him crying on the phone to his lovely wife because she can’t visit him and he misses her.
    There’s always someone worse off isn’t there.
    Stay safe . Protect the NHS. They’re amazing. Thanks for your messages of goodwill those who knew……..
    And sorry to disappoint some of you but…

    …….I’m getting better by the way.

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  • What I Did When My Childs Boyfriend Dumped Her

    I’ve spent the last hour or so comforting my 8yr old daughter Millie.

    For the last 6 plus months, Millie has had an on / off relationship with the 7yr old little boy next door. (I don’t want to use his real name so I’ll call him Joe bloggs) Obviously they’re far too young for a real boyfriend / girlfriend relationship but they’d play together, occasionally hold hands, and blow each other kisses over the hedge. All very cute and lovely.

    Joe bloggs has just dumped Millie from over the garden fence and she is HEARTBROKEN. We’ve had endless tears, lots of snot and lots of cuddles.

    Now anyone who knows me, knows I’m not very tactful. I don’t do the whole mushy stuff, and I definitely don’t sugar coat shit.

    Had this been one of my own girlfriends who had been cowedly dumped by her fella, I’d have known exactly what to do. I’d have wiped her tears, poured her a glass of wine and told her in no uncertain terms that she absolutely had to fuck his dad.

    Unfortunately when you’re dealing with an 8yr old with a glass of apple juice at a picnic table…. Not appropriate.

    I chose to just let Millie vent her feelings. I let her be upset, I let her be angry and I sent Daddy to the shop for some chocolate.

    When she started to calm down, I wanted to try and make her smile.

    Joe bloggs had revealed to Millie that he was dumping her for another girl 😱 Apparently they’ve been talking lots and he’s in love with her and when they’re all ‘growned up’ they’re going to have lots of babies.

    To try and make Millie giggle, I got out the pens and paper and we drew a picture of Millie AND Joe bloggs new girlfriend. We drew Millie as a princess and the new girlfriend all Ugly and icky. We gave her a snout for a nose and googly eyes and Millie even gave her a big hairy face. By the end of the picture Millie was beaming and back to my happy little girl 🥰

    It was only when Millie declared she was off to give his new ‘girlfriend’ the picture herself that I was suddenly confused…..

    …… Turns out Joe Bloggs new girlfriend is Millie’s 8yr old sister Vienna 🤦‍♀️

    Millie took great pleasure in showing Vienna the picture that her AND MUMMY had drawn of her. Including details of how Mummy said she probably ate worms for breakfast, has hairy toes and bogies in her ears 🤦‍♀️

    One 8yr old is my best friend.

    The other 8yr old poured her juice into my cuppa and called me a meanie fathead.

    Joe fucking Blogs has a lot to answer for and Mummy has making up to do whilst trying to keep the peace between sisters.

    Is it bedtime yet 🙈

    *Edit….Daddy thinks this whole thing is piss funny and keeps calling me a fathead 🙄

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/jenny.schofield.77

  • How I Went To The ER To Retrieve My Lost Butt Plug

    Saddle in partner, because this is the story of how I went to the ER to retrieve my lost butt plug out of my ass. Its long, but we both know you got time.

    First thing though: feel special. I’ve only ever told this story as a novelty to some close friends, selected family members who are no longer surprised with my shenanigans, and the very few people who happened to put me in a conversation where this story was relatable (looking at you Barbara Ann Marie Arquette ).

    Anyway, enough foreplay. Thats how I got in this mess 🙄

    So I had just moved out of my parents house and in with some roommates. I had a different tinder dude every other day or more: whoring it up with my new found freedom, like Genghis Khan was my idol 🍆🍆🍆🍑🍑🍑 So here comes my offender, let’s call him Beardy. Beardy had, as you might of guessed, a great beard. He also was a boy scout, a boy scout knows his knots, and my kinky ass was done already. Beardy comes over, and we start going at it. A little rope, a little woo-hoo, I’m feeling myself. I decide in a fit of spontaneous inexperience to pull out my 1 dollar butt plug that I got on Wish. You know the one. It’s got a rhinestone, seemed small and innocent enough. WRONG.

    We put it in. All smooth sailing 😎 so far. I feel kinky as shit 😏 no one could possibly master my level of seduction. Then Beardy starts to…mess with it? Wiggling it around, tugging on it, being fuckin weird. So I say “hey I think it’s fine where it is, let’s leave it and keep going.” But no no, Beardy continues, and in the only appropriate fashion for the bad sitcom that is my life goes “its okay, I know what I-….” He then gasps. He looks a little concerned. He looks at me. He looks at my dukey hole. He looks back at me again.

    “What’s wrong?” I ask him. I’m thinking is my starfish ugly???? I knew I should of bleached it dagnabbit. He goes “uh….its gone.” ITS GONE!?!?!?!
    WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS GONE?
    THAT BEDAZZLED ROCKET DIDNT JUST LAUNCH INTO SPACE MOTHER FUCKER.
    “I told you not to mess with it!!” I am so upset. He’s telling me to calm down as if telling a woman to calm down has ever ended better than him being hit with a mf car 🚗
    “Relax” he says. “I’ve lost much bigger things in MY ass!”
    BRUH 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
    I make this fool take me to the hospital. I lived literally a block away, so he drops me off and his ass goes home, to be blocked and never getting to speak to me again 😒

    I walk into the ER. Luckily there’s only a few people in the waiting room, so other than the butt plug feeling like an ever ominous dukey waiting to groundhog, I feel a tiny bit better about the situation. I go up to the check in counter and the nurse asks what I’m being seen for. “Uhm….can I…write it down?” I whisper. Obviously if I whisper God can’t hear me. He kinda gives me a look but luckily puts me straight into triage so I can bare my sins. The nurse back there goes straight to the point. “What are you being seen for?”

    Ah, yes. The question clouds my brain like the farts trapped in my lower digestive system.

    “I uh….lost something. In my butt.” At this point I made a decision. I could either die of embarrassment right here in this hospital, and be the butt of many jokes to cum (get it?) OR I can own it. Make it my own joke to tell. I went with the latter. “I lost a butt plug in my ass” and told him the story thus far. He rubbed the back of his head and was like….let’s just get you in a room.

    So I get in a gown, get to a room, and after a bit another nurse comes in. She’s smoking hot 🔥 she puts her hands on her hips, and goes….” So I heard you lost something.” Damn it. I already know this story is going around the nurses stations word for word already, and my dumb ass is rapidly developing a crush on this sassy red head (because priorities?). I repeat my story and she sets up an x-ray for me, all the while lecturing me on how important it is to have butt plugs with a wide base and plenty of lube (obviously she’s flirting with me and doesn’t actually care about the safety of my traumatized anus….right?) When we go to the xray room she INSISTS on holding my gown for me at my neck. My ass is just out. I’m like no I can cover myself, but she marches me there, bare assed, without another word about it.

    I’m back in my room finally after making 2 ass out trips in easily the most trafficked portion of the ER. The doctor meets me in there…and he is a SNACC. This dude is 6’6 and handsome as hell. Why do these things keep happening to me? He goes “so….I heard you lost something.” 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ he’s pressing around my abdomen making small talk. I ask him how his day was and he goes “oh you know, just a typical Wednesday.” Same dude. Same. Someone please kill me.

    Now here is the meat and potatoes for this story. Are you still with me? You should be, because I’m hilarious and these things happen to me so you don’t have to go through it yourself. Here we go.

    Doc snaps on some gloves, as does my nurse. This could almost be an awesome kinky fantasy if there wasn’t an egg🥚 blocking the exit that is my poop chute. Doc pulls out a fucking arm sized container of lube. “For these kinda things, you need lots of lube.” snaps glove Lord have mercy. Next he pulls out this scope thats meant to slowly stretch out your anal muscles: I’m thinking this won’t be too bad right? As usual I was dead wrong. He has me get onto all fours on the bed, knees and elbows. I am fully on display. I didn’t see a casting couch anywhere, much to my disappointment. This was my life 🙄🙄 he puts the scope in and starts doing his thing. He’s rooting around, hmming and hawing until eventually he pulls it out and tries using a finger. It’s been about 20 minutes now, and at this point I should just call him daddy.

    He puts a hand on the top of my ass. “I’m gonna try something else…and you’re not gonna like it.” Before I have a chance to ask what the hell that means….HE FISTS ME. HIS WHOLE GODDAMN ARM IS ELBOW DEEP IN MY BUNGHOLE. THIS VERY LARGE MAN IS SEARCHING FOR GOLD IN MY EXIT CAVE.
    I shriek. The nurse comes running over, hands on my shoulders, shushing me and rubbing my head. “Are you okay?” The doctor asks, one fist in my asshole and the other holding me down so I don’t run through the fucking wall like the Kool Aid man. “I’m fine,” I say, tears streaming down my face. “Just a typical Wednesday. “

    I laugh. The doctor laughs. The nurse laughs. My asshole laughed… His fist is still in my Hershey hole.

    After a grueling few more minutes he gets it out. I am finally able to deflate. Its washed, put in a neat little bio hazard bag and I’m asked if I would like a keepsake copy of my xray. I said absolutely. On my way out, I see nurses huddled around a computer…with my xray on it. “Omg. I would of freaked out.” Said a nurse. I popped my head over the counter. “Oh don’t worry, I did.” I retold the story, to a great audience and waddled home at something like 6am.

    The end!

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/samantha.palenske

  • My Autism Story

    Hello, everyone.

    My name is Bronson Layton. I am 22 years old, I am a college student, and I have a story that I feel should be shared with the world.

    I come from a family that had never had a single record of ancestry with autism, not until the day I was born.

    When I was two years old, my parents were still getting used to the lifestyle of raising a kid, but what they had noticed was what they considered “out of the ordinary” behavior. Whatever toys I played with, I placed them in a straight line, I had moody fits when I felt antagonized, etc.

    Soon after my parents noticed these signs, they took me to a child psychiatrist, who eventually informed them that I have been diagnosed with a rare form of autism called Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS), a disorder that delays the neurological growth of a child’s brain. The basic symptoms of this disorder include not being able to pick up social cues, possible isolation from interacting with friends or family, and the processing of speech, thinking, critical, and learning skills.

    My diagnosis was in 1999, a time when autism was still not commonly understood and was still being observed. My parents were initially shocked at this revelation, as well as from the subsequent news from an optometrist that I was going to grow up blind, but they (and I) were not prepared for how the following events positively changed our lives forever.

    As I got older, I began to evolve from keeping to myself to interacting with other kids once I entered public school in first grade. I noticed how the other kids were able to answer questions in class a lot faster than I could understand. Because of my processed thinking, it took me two minutes to come up with an answer to the best of my abilities. From that year on, I had received special accommodations for my coursework, such as sitting in front of the class to read the board better, and taking longer time on tests.

    Since fourth grade, I joined my school’s marching band, something I never had any interest in, but my mom convinced me that it was a great way to not only make friends, but to help gain more confidence in myself. I played the trumpet for two years, and after that, I played the baritone horn.

    At the same time during fourth grade, I discovered my talent for creative writing. I realized on the day I wrote my first Spider-Man story, my processed thinking and my imagination harbored a fundamental feature for my character: a hidden talent.

    As the years passed, and as I got older, I helped my fellow classmates and peer groups write essays, and I even shared what original pieces I wrote with my class occasionally, despite I was still unaware about my diagnosis.

    However, one day when I was fifteen years old, I came home and straightened up the house for my parents, and at some point, I found some papers scattered across the corner of one room near a filing cabinet. I picked them up and began reading because I was curious. The bottom of one of the papers said, “Autism diagnosis confirmed,” and I kept reading through the other papers to find a checklist of my habits and behavioral traits; it was from that fateful psychiatrist appointment thirteen years prior to my discovery. In that moment, I finally learned the real truth about myself.

    My parents kept it from me because they thought it would affect my self esteem to the point that I felt like a freak to others, but I wasn’t mad at them. I understood why they’d hide this from me because they really love me, and ever since then, I’ve accepted who I am, and I use my talents to help others who need a friend.

    Ever since my discovery, I led my class’s graduation as the valedictorian and class president, I’ve traveled to a prestigious college to earn a Master’s degree in English in order to become a professor, I’m about to retire from marching in my college band since I’ve done so much in twelve years, I manage my own YouTube channel called “Brons Over Brains” that encourages people on the spectrum to be themselves and to overcome challenges while following my life journey, I’ve been able to make all A’s so far in my college career, and now I am a part of this special group that will allow me to share my thoughts with kindred spirits!

    Everyone, including the parents of children with autism, you are all on the right path in life, no matter how different you think you are from other people. Being different is never a bad thing. We are all unique in our own way, because that’s the adventure of being human.

    Don’t worry, you’ve got this.

    If any of you need a friend and need advice on how to navigate through life with autism, I will be happy to share my experience as an autistic with you to show sympathy and compassion. Remember, you are never alone.

    My name is Bronson Layton, and I’m sharing my life story to all who want or need to hear it.

    -Bronson Layton

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/bronson.layton

  • The Greatest Romance Story

    The story of Napoleon and Josephine is one of the great romantic stories, but what is less well known is how it all ended.

    After her coronation as empress it was apparent she had reached the menopause and as Josephine’s grandson died (who was the heir apparent Napoleon was keenly aware he had founded a dynasty with no male heir. Eventually he married the much younger Austrian princess Marie-Louise of by proxy. The purposes was to conceive an heir rather than a love match and it’s interesting to note that even after the divorce Napoleon insisted Josephine retain the title of empress.

    After the divorce, Joséphine lived at the Château de Malmaison, near Paris. She remained on good terms with Napoléon, who once said that the only thing to come between them was her debts.

    In 1811 Marie- Louise delivered a long-awaited heir, to whom Napoleon gave the title “King of Rome”. Joséphine met the young prince in 1813 which must have been bitter sweet for her. In the first few months of 1814 contracted died of pneumonia just four days after catching cold during a walk with Tsar Alexander in the gardens of Malmaison. She was buried in the nearby church of Saint Pierre-Saint Paul in Rueil.

    At this moment in time Napoleon was in exile in Elba and learned of the news not via friend or family but by newspaper. He stayed locked in his room for two days, refusing to see anyone. He claimed to a friend, while in exile on Saint Helena, that “I truly loved my Joséphine, but I did not respect her.” Napoleon would of course rally and fight the Waterloo campaign where he was beaten and sent to an island in the middle of Atlantic where he lived for the rest of his days. Despite his numerous affairs, eventual divorce, and remarriage, the Emperor’s last words on his death bed were: “France, l’armée, tête d’armée, Joséphine”. Translated that’s the slightly bizarre but romantic list of “France, the Army, the Head of the Army, Joséphine.”

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/History-Gems-405343956153479/