I Married a Homeless Man to Spite My Parents – A Month Later, I Came Home and Froze in Shock at What I Saw
When I offered to marry a homeless stranger, I thought it would be a simple way to appease my parents’ pressure for me to settle down. I’m Miley, 34, and this is how I went from a single career woman to unexpectedly marrying a homeless man.
My parents had been relentless about me getting married, turning every family dinner into a matchmaking session. “Miley, what about the Johnsons’ son?” they’d say. I insisted I was focused on my career and didn’t need a relationship.
Then, during a Sunday dinner, my dad dropped a bombshell: “Unless you’re married by your 35th birthday, you won’t see a cent of our inheritance.” I was shocked. “You can’t be serious!” I exclaimed, but they were.
Furious, I left their house and avoided them for weeks. One evening, while walking home, I saw a man sitting on the sidewalk with a sign asking for change. Despite his rough appearance, there was a kindness in his eyes that made me stop.
