Every weekend, my husband’s kids from his ex took over my home, and my boundaries were completely ignored. When I asked for support, my husband told me to “be the bigger person,” leaving me feeling invisible in my own house.
The truth came out when I returned home early and found him giving my belongings to his daughter to please his ex. Hidden debt, financial betrayal, and lies followed. I realized I wasn’t a wife—I was a resource.
I chose divorce, reclaimed my home, and finally found peace. Love shouldn’t require you to disappear, and a house isn’t a home without respect.
