‘HOMELESS AND HUNGRY’: THE SIGN HELD BY A HOMELESS WOMAN I TOOK IN, ONLY TO BE KICKED OUT OF MY OWN HOME THE SAME DAY

I walked into the kitchen, moving slowly, and started frying eggs.

This is my life. I’m cooking for a man who doesn’t appreciate me. Living in a house that, legally, isn’t even mine anymore.

I had been so trusting, so foolish. At one point, I had signed all the house documents in his name, thinking it would be “easier” for him to manage finances. I had given up everything, believing that marriage meant trust.

Behind me, Carter sighed loudly.

“Are the eggs burnt? You always overcook them.”

I bit my tongue. No matter what I did, it was never good enough.

“You know what? Forget it. I’ll grab something on the way to work.”

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