Well Monday morning, I’m back on the Homeless Shelter lists. I’d rather listen to strangers tell me what they think when they know nothing about how I feel rather than be subjected to family who think they know how I feel. The truth is that no one knows how I feel because no one knows what I lived through. There aren't any words known to me anyway to describe what I have faced and will continue to face for being a faithful wife for 34 years.
Homeless after all those years? How could this be so?
Out of "Breck Waters" World

