Previously on ex-wives undercover.

About two weeks before Christmas, he goes, I quit my job.

I'm like, we have a child on the way.

What do you mean you quit your job?

He would take all of his medication, his 30-day supply, and finish in like two weeks.

I couldn't, I didn't want to even be intimate with him.

I didn't want to be around him. I felt like we were two ghosts living in this house while one

was coming in, the other one was leaving. My whole entire life was always being a part of someone,

being with someone, you know, whether it was being with my family, being

with Al, being with Al and his family.

There was never a time where it was just me, like, who the fuck is me?

Who is me?

What am I?

I am this story.

I am this person that got married when they were 16. I have nowhere

to go. I have no home. The home that we're staying at is about to be seized.

The next morning I'll get up and waiting for her to like tell me about this notice.

We're also kind of at a point where I've told her

I'm not moving down south so she knows and her demeanor towards me completely changed like this

person was my mom and I yelled at her and I said you are not taking Emily anywhere. She's my daughter, not yours.

She turned around and slapped me across the face.

And as a knee-jerk reaction, I put my fist up and I punched her in the face.

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