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After Working a Night Shift and Fixing a Leak in Our Roof at 4AM, I Came Home Exhausted. My Back Hurt, My Hands Were Bleeding. I Thought I’d Nap for an Hour. Instead, I Woke Up to My Clothes Stuffed in Trash Bags, My Wallet Empty, and a Note on the Fridge: “You’re Dead Weight. Get Out.” My Wife Stood at the Door, Arms Crossed, While My Stepson Smirked and Tossed Me the Keys to My Own Truck. “Go Cry Somewhere Else. Don’t Come Back,” He Said, Locking the Door. I Slept in That Truck for 3 Nights. 2 Months Later, My Phone Was FLOODED With 47 Desperate Messages Begging Me... part 1