After years of sacrifice, I finally bought my dream home—a sanctuary for my children, built on my hard work.
My husband Jack had agreed to manage the household, but instead, I juggled it all alone while he played video games. Then, on housewarming day, his parents arrived uninvited—bags in hand, claiming tradition meant they would live with us now. Jack stayed silent. That night, I changed the locks, filed for divorce, and reclaimed my home. It wasn’t just a house—it was proof of my worth. I chose myself. And in doing so, I gave my children a home built on strength, not compromise.
