I Married a Homeless Man to Spite My Parents – A Month Later, I Came Home and Froze in Shock at What I Saw

“Miley, honey,” my mom, Martha, would start. “You remember the Johnsons’ son? He just got promoted to regional manager at his firm. Maybe you two should grab coffee sometime?”

“Mom, I’m not interested in dating right now,” I’d say. “I’m focused on my career.”

“But sweetheart,” my dad, Stephen, would chime in, “your career won’t keep you warm at night. Don’t you want someone to share your life with?”

“I share my life with you guys and my friends,” I’d counter. “That’s enough for me right now.”

But they wouldn’t let up. It was a constant barrage of “What about so-and-so?” and “Did you hear about this nice young man?”

One night, things took a turn for the worse.

We were having our usual Sunday dinner when my parents dropped a bombshell.

“Miley,” my dad said in a serious tone. “Your mother and I have been thinking.”

“Oh boy, here we go,” I mumbled.