I Signed a Prenup Unaware I’d Find Myself Homeless with a Baby in My Arms – My Story

My name is Juliet and this is NOT a romantic story. In fact, this is the story of how love and marriage can go horribly wrong when you blindly trust people. I signed a prenup, not realizing I’d be homeless with a child in my arms one day.

The line between acting from the heart and being stupid is a very fine one. When you’re in love, that line keeps blurring more and more as your trust in your partner strengthens.

Sometimes, we ignore the most visible red flags. Because love is supposed to be beautiful, faithful, trustworthy, and loyal, isn’t it?

I used to believe so, too, until I realized how foolish I had been to trust my husband.

Hi, I’m Juliet, and my husband was a Romeo in every sense when I first met him.

“A coffee date?” he had suggested when we exchanged numbers for the first time.

I had never liked coffee. In fact, I hated it. But when I looked into his eyes and had the first sip, it was the best thing I had ever tasted.

A week after this, we were lying in his bed in his studio apartment, and his touch was the second-best thing I had ever experienced.

“Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you,” I was telling my parents a month later when he proposed and I said yes. “I want you to meet my fiancé, Roman.”

Mom and Dad were happy to meet him. They invited him home for dinner, and we had a lovely time—or so I thought.

“He’s not right, hun,” Mom told me after Roman left. “Something about him doesn’t feel right.”

“Come on, Mom,” I said, dismissing her concerns. “He’s a nice guy! And I love him!”

“After dating him for one month?” Mom asked me. “Don’t rush things, honey. Roman might not be a bad man, but he isn’t the best either.”

I still remember how that conversation turned into an argument when Dad objected to our relationship too. In a rage, I left home and moved to Roman’s apartment. I stopped talking to my parents, and I didn’t need them anymore. I had Roman, who loved me and understood me.

After we graduated college, Roman got a good job, and I decided to become a homemaker. It was his idea that I make our house a home and become a homemaker. I didn’t object because, of course, I loved him!

Everything was going fine. Roman and I had become closer than ever, and we were soon married. Then a year later, we had our first child, a baby girl, and we decided to give her the best...