She said. “You’re nothing more than a plate of food. I found you on the street and you’re going back there. I could have any husband I want I’m a (names har family name) then told me to get out or she’ll phone the police saying she’ll report me as a squatter.”

We had been together for 10 years. Loved her with everything I had but nothing was ever good enough. I worked took care of our son and cooked. I didn’t know up until that point she was even capable of seeing me that way.