My partner left me outside with our 3 little ones, with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Freezing, scared, and desperate, I knocked on the first door I spotted and asked for work. I had no idea that this moment would become a turning point — for me, my kids, and the person behind that door.
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Being a mother of multiple children without support was even harder. There were days when I felt like I had to carry the weight of the entire world on my shoulders.
I loved them with all my heart. I told them bedtime stories, cooked their favorite meals, and encouraged them to do their homework. However, there were times when my reserves ran low. I had lost my parents and had no one to turn to. My partner, Richard, acted like our children were only mine. He would always say, “I bring in the money. That’s enough.” Yet, I was convinced the kids needed more care. They especially needed the affection of a dad who would spend time with them.
For years, I tried unsuccessfully to convince Richard to get more involved in our children’s lives. But he remained indifferent to their achievements. Tom, Lila, and little Lucas — they were the ones who made me happy. Yet, Richard paid no attention. One day, Tom came home all excited, holding a prize for a school project. He was all smiles, but Richard didn’t move. Then, Lila arrived, beaming after receiving praise from her teacher, but Richard ignored her too. Finally, Lucas, proud of his drawing, saw his artwork thrown away without a word.
I stood there, heartbroken and silent. But I had reached my limit. One evening, Lila came to me, her eyes red from crying. “Daddy told me I should stop eating if I want to dance,” she murmured, her voice full of pain. I hugged her and explained that her body needed food to grow and dance.
I walked to the living room where Richard was lying down, engrossed in a TV match. “Did you really tell our daughter she’s too fat?” I asked. He didn’t answer, just shot me a cold look. “She eats like a man,” he retorted. He had completely lost it.
Overwhelmed, I demanded that he leave the house. But instead, he kicked us out, my kids and me, with only a few bags of clothes. He took the keys and slammed the door shut.
With almost nothing in my wallet, I had nowhere to go. The only solution was to ask Mr. Johnson for help, a strange man in everyone’s eyes. He lived alone in a big house on the outskirts. I knocked on his door, desperate. He opened it sharply, but after I begged him, he let us in.
The garden was overgrown, filled with weeds and trash. I decided to take care of everything to prove my goodwill. My children helped me without a word. Once the work was done, I knocked again. Mr. Johnson appeared, watching us silently, and then agreed to let us stay under certain conditions: not to touch the roses in his garden and to make sure the kids didn’t make noise.
I took these rules to heart and got to work. Mr. Johnson showed us where to sleep, and each day, I cleaned, cooked, and took care of the children, making sure not to disturb the man. But little by little, he started interacting with the children. He spoke to them, listened to them, and even smiled.
One evening, while I was crying on the porch, Mr. Johnson came to see me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. That’s when I told him everything — the story of Richard, his indifference, and how he had abandoned me with the children.
After listening, Mr. Johnson asked, “Have you started a divorce procedure?” I told him I didn’t have the means, but he promised to help me.
He guided me through the process.
Richard reacted violently, sending me threatening messages. But slowly, the situation turned in my favor. One day, as I was preparing for the final hearing, Tom came in crying. “I cut all the roses! I’m sorry!” He was trembling with regret.
Mr. Johnson, furious, shouted but softened after a moment. “That was the only rule I gave you,” he said. “But it’s also my fault; I neglected my own family.”
In the end, the court ruled in my favor. Richard was ordered to pay child support and leave me half of the house. I knew I had made the right choice. Thanks to Mr. Johnson, I had regained my freedom and a new hope for happiness.
