Most homes built in the early to mid-1900s have a small shelf built into the wall in the kitchen or hallway. If you live in an old house, this may be the case. If you didn’t think much of this, you might have asked yourself why it was there. Yes, there was a reason for putting it there!
A phone niche is what that small shelf is called. People used landlines to talk to each other before cellphones. That seems like a very long time ago now. A lot of homes were built with just one space for the phone. A lot of them had a small shelf or drawer above or below the phone where you could put address or phone books. It seems so old-fashioned to even think about an address book these days!

Most people no longer have landlines and only use cellphones these days. But you can use this phone niche in different ways if your home has one! For decoration, you could buy an old phone and put it there. If you want, you could even use it. It’s big enough to hold books or other home decor items. You could also put a bunch of small plants in pots in the niche. There are many choices, and it’s up to you!

While I love how convenient new homes are, I also love how old homes have little details that make them unique. The house we live in is very old, so old that the idea of a phone niche was a long time away. Does your house have a place for the phone? If so, I’m very envious!
My Pregnant Wife Started Returning Home Late at Night – I Lost Control When I Found Out the Reason

One night, I realized something was wrong when my wife didn’t come home from work by 11 p.m. This was unusual because she always texted if she’d be late. When I called her, she claimed to be working late, but her voice trembled.
This pattern continued, raising my concern. One night, I found her crying in the living room. She blamed pregnancy hormones, but I sensed a deeper issue.
I discovered her coworkers were bullying her, offloading their work onto her and mocking her. Seeing this, I decided to intervene. I confronted her tormentors, making it clear I knew what they were doing and would take legal action if necessary. This encounter, which I didn’t tell my wife about, led to an immediate change—she started coming home earlier, happier.
Despite the improvement, the bullying had left scars. I realized my role was to support her, not just confront the bullies. We sought therapy and focused on preparing for our baby, finding joy and strength together.
Our daughter’s birth was a symbol of hope. As I watched my wife with our newborn, I felt immense gratitude and love. I hope she leaves that toxic job, but regardless, I will always stand by her.
This journey taught us the power of love, support, and resilience. For anyone facing similar challenges, remember you’re not alone. Stand up against bullying, lean on loved ones, and believe in the power of kindness. Our story, marked by struggle and triumph, is a testament to love and unity.
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