My Husband Kicked Me and Our Three Kids Out, So I Knocked on the First Door I Saw and Asked for a Job — Story of the Day

My husband, Henry, threw me and our three kids—Tom, Hailey, and Michael—out with nowhere to go. Cold and desperate, I knocked on Mr. Wilson’s door, a reclusive neighbor, begging for work. Despite his initial refusal, I cleaned his neglected yard, hoping to prove my worth. Surprisingly, he let us stay, giving me a job and rooms in his mansion.

I worked hard, keeping the house spotless and the kids quiet. Over time, Mr. Wilson warmed to us, even bonding with my children in ways Henry never did. When I confided about Henry’s cruelty, Mr. Wilson offered legal help. I filed for divorce, and despite Henry’s threats, I won child support and half the house. Mr. Wilson, inspired by our resilience, decided to reconnect with his own son, thanking me for reminding him what matters.