{"id":119531,"date":"2025-03-28T09:45:19","date_gmt":"2025-03-28T02:45:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=119531"},"modified":"2025-03-28T10:38:31","modified_gmt":"2025-03-28T03:38:31","slug":"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-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/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-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"\u2018Homeless and Hungry\u2019: The Sign Held by a Homeless Woman I Took In, Only to Be Kicked Out of My Own Home the Same Day \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

I thought I was saving a homeless woman, but I had no idea who she really was. The moment my husband saw her sitting in our kitchen, his face turned pale. Then he whispered a word that changed everything\u2014Mom?
\n $\"\"$ I woke up with a heaviness in my chest. It wasn’t just the pregnancy making me feel this way\u2014it was the thick, suffocating tension that never left our home. Next to me, Carter was already up, moving around the bedroom with sharp, impatient movements.\n

“Finally awake?”\n
His voice was clipped, without warmth. I pushed myself up slowly.\n
“I didn’t sleep well.”\n
“Maybe if you didn’t lie around all day, you’d be tired enough to sleep.”\n
I swallowed hard, pressing a hand against my belly.\n
$\"\"$ \n
When I married Carter, I thought he was the perfect partner. Intelligent, charismatic, reliable. But his tone had grown colder over the years, his patience thinner.\n
Looking back, I realized he had always been like this. I just hadn’t seen it through the haze of love.\n
The moment he had everything\u2014my house, my job position after I went on maternity leave\u2014he let his mask slip. He had no reason to pretend anymore.\n
“Breakfast?” I asked.\n
Carter barely looked up from his phone.\n
“If there’s something decent to eat.”\n
I walked into the kitchen, moving slowly, and started frying eggs.\n
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.\n
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.\n
Behind me, Carter sighed loudly.\n
“Are the eggs burnt? You always overcook them.”\n
I bit my tongue. No matter what I did, it was never good enough.\n
“You know what? Forget it. I’ll grab something on the way to work.”\n
I didn’t argue. What was the point?\n
He grabbed his keys.\n
“And clean up properly today. I don’t want to come home to a mess.”\n
The door slammed shut behind him. I closed my eyes, feeling the lump in my throat grow.\n
I can’t do this anymore.\n
Without thinking, I grabbed my bag and slipped on my sneakers. The grocery store wasn’t far, and walking would clear my mind.\n
***
\nI stepped out of the grocery store, clutching my small bag of essentials, but my mind was elsewhere. The cool evening air brushed against my skin as I walked through the parking lot.\n
And then I saw her.\n
A woman was pushing a shopping cart filled with old blankets and a few worn-out bags. A piece of cardboard rested on her lap with the words “Homeless and Hungry” scrawled in bold letters.\n
I slowed down.\n
She didn’t look like the typical image of homelessness. Her hair, though messy, was well-kept. Her clothes weren’t ragged, just slightly worn. But her tired eyes held something unexpected. Dignity.\n
I wasn’t sure what stopped me, but something did. I turned back.\n
“Do you need anything?”\n
The woman lifted her gaze. She gave me a small, almost amused smile.\n
“Honey, if I start listing everything I need, we’ll be here all night.”\n
Despite myself, I smiled back.\n
“Fair enough. But seriously\u2026 Food? Water?”\n
“I’ll be okay. I just\u2026 need a little time. I need to get back on my feet.”\n
Something about the way she said it made me believe her. I crouched down beside her, ignoring the uncomfortable pavement beneath me.\n
“What happened?”\n
“Life happened. One day, I was running a household, the next, I had no home at all. My son threw me out. Said I was too much of a burden.”\n
“Your son?”\n
“It’s a long story, but let’s just say\u2026 some people only love you when you’re useful to them.”\n
My heart clenched at her words. They hit a little too close to home. “I\u2026 I think I understand.”\n
Her sharp blue eyes studied me. “Husband?”\n
I let out a dry laugh.\n
“That obvious?”\n
“You walked out of that store like someone carrying more than just groceries. Want to talk about it?”\n
I should have said no. I didn’t even know that woman. But something about her presence felt\u2026 safe.\n
“It’s not just a bad marriage. It’s\u2026 I don’t even know who I am anymore. I thought I married someone who loved me. Turns out, I married a man who loved control.”\n
“And now you’re stuck.”\n
“Exactly.” I swallowed, staring at a crack in the pavement. “I don’t even own my own house anymore. I gave him everything. Turns out I trusted the wrong person.”\n
“Yeah. I know. I’m Alice, by the way.”\n
“Evelyn.”\n
For a few moments, we sat there in silence. It wasn’t awkward.\n
“Do you have anywhere to go?”\n
Alice shook her head.\n
“Then come with me.”\n
Alice studied my face. “And your husband?”\n
I sighed, already knowing the storm I was about to walk into. “Don’t worry about him.”\n
***
\nThat afternoon, I helped Alice settle in. She took a long, steaming shower, and when she stepped out, wrapped in one of my bathrobes, she looked almost like a different person.\n
Her face was no longer tired and shadowed by exhaustion. I smiled as I handed her a pile of clothes from my closet.\n
\u201cThey might be a little big, but at least they\u2019re clean.\u201d\n
\u201cYou don’t have to do this, you know.\u201d\n
\u201cI want to.\u201d\n
She nodded, then looked at me carefully.\n
\u201cHow long has it been since someone did something kind for you?\u201d\n
The question caught me off guard. I didn\u2019t have an answer. Alice chuckled, shaking her head.\n
\u201cThat long, huh?\u201d\n
I let out a small, breathy laugh. \u201cYeah.\u201d\n
After she had changed, we sat at the kitchen table with mugs of tea, and the house was unusually quiet. It was strange\u2014having company.\n
It was the first time in years that I didn\u2019t feel lonely, even in my own home. Moreover, I felt like I had done something right.\n
Hours later, the front door slammed. Carter was home.\n
His presence filled the space before he even spoke. When Carter saw Alice, he froze.\n
\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d His eyes darted from me to her. \u201cWho is this?\u201d\n
Alice lifted her gaze slowly, and in that second, something in Carter\u2019s face changed. His usual arrogant stance faltered.\n
\u201cMom?!\u201d\n
I blinked at both of them.\n
Carter\u2019s shock barely lasted a second before his face twisted in fury. His disbelief turned to anger.\n
\u201cThis woman is a homeless stranger,\u201d he spat, pointing at Alice like she was filth. \u201cShe is not staying here!\u201d\n
Alice folded her arms, watching him carefully. \u201cSo that\u2019s how you introduce me now?\u201d\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not my mother,\u201d Carter snapped. \u201cYou stopped being my mother the day you chose to leave.\u201d\n
Alice let out a small, humorless laugh.\n
\u201cOh, Carter. Is that how you tell the story? That I left? Maybe because you threw me out?\u201d\n
\u201cYou abandoned me! You were selfish, putting your dreams ahead of me.\u201d\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the real problem, isn\u2019t it?\u201d\n
A tense silence settled over the room, but she wasn\u2019t done.\n
\u201cI wanted a career. I wanted my own money. I wanted to be more than just a wife to a man who expected me to serve him. And you hated that. Your father hated that. You both wanted a woman who\u2019d bow her head and do as she was told.\u201d\n
\u201cDad died. And you! You were a disgrace. You refused to act like a proper mother.\u201d\n
\u201cNo. I refused to raise a son who thought he could own a woman.\u201d\n
He turned to me next.\n
\u201cEvelyn, what the hell were you thinking? Bringing her into my house?\u201d\n
\u201cOur house,\u201d I corrected, my voice sharp as glass.\n
He laughed coldly.\n
\u201cYours? No, sweetheart. After we got married, this house became mine. I pay the bills. I make the rules. Get out. Both of you.\u201d\n
Carter was losing control, and he knew it.\n
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the house key. Then, without a word, I tossed it onto the floor in front of Carter.\n
\u201cThe house is yours. But you have no family anymore.\u201d\n
For the first time in a long time, I didn\u2019t feel fear. I felt nothing at all.\n
Without waiting for him to react, I turned, grabbed my coat, and stuffed some cash into my pocket. We stepped onto the empty sidewalk, the cold air biting my skin. I had no plan, no home, no idea where I was supposed to go next.\n
“Where now?” I asked.\n
Alice gave me a knowing look and motioned for me to follow her around the corner.\n
I hesitated, but what else could I do?\n
Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlight, a sleek black Mercedes was parked against the curb. Alice reached into her coat pocket and pressed a button, and the car’s lights blinked in response.\n
I froze. My mind scrambled to process the scene in front of me.\n
“Alice… You\u2026 stole a car?”\n
She let out a rich, amused chuckle.\n