My name is on nothing. Yet it’s me that gets kicked out, often at stupid o clock, with no phone, no purse, no suitable clothing, etc. It’s me that has to worry about getting to safety. It’s me crying alone in the dark, freezing cold. It’s me that has to worry about my belongings getting damaged or not ever seeing them again. It’s me that gets threatened with him & his family members.
It’s me that has to give up time out of my day to cook and clean. It’s me looking after a home that isn’t mine.
I have suggested getting somewhere with both our names, but he won’t have it.