My Boyfriend’s Ex-wife Returned and Forced Him to Kick Us Out in the Street – Story of the Day

My boyfriend and I had a great relationship going when his ex-wife decided to return and forced him to make probably the most important choice of his life.

“Hey, I’m Lisa, your next-door neighbor. Do you need any help?” I said to the man trying to change his son’s diaper in the park. I had seen him with his wife several times but never introduced myself. However, he now looked desperate.

“Oh, hello. I’m Paul. Actually, yes, I could use a lot of help right now,” he answered. “My wife left us a few weeks ago, and being a single dad to Michael has not been easy.”

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“I’m so sorry that happened. I can’t imagine someone abandoning their family just like that. But let me help you. I babysat many kids when I was a teenager,” I told him.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Paul continued. After changing Michael’s diaper, I sat down with Paul. We chatted for a while and discovered we had all kinds of things in common. Eventually, we started seeing each other frequently until our relationship went further.

He seemed like a wonderful man, and I couldn’t imagine any woman abandoning a son as amazing as Michael. I had always dreamed of such a family, and maybe this was my chance. After a few months, I discovered I was pregnant.

Luckily, Paul was delighted. “Now we can be a big family together,” he told me.

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“But what are we going to do about our living situation? Should I move into your house? Should I sell mine?” I wondered, relieved that he was delighted about this news. However, I still worried about the logistics.

“How about you move here? This house has more room, and we’ll discuss what to do with your house later. It might be a great idea to rent it and earn some extra money,” Paul replied.

I thought that was a fantastic idea. My pregnancy went great, and my son, Trent, was born surrounded with love. Paul and I discussed the subject of marriage but agreed until our baby was older to do it. We also talked about me adopting Michael and tabled that argument for later too.

But one day, my whole world turned upside down when the doorbell rang. Paul was at the supermarket with Michael, while I was at home with the baby. “Hello? How can I help you?” I asked when I opened the...