"There's a Stranger in My House"
"There's a stranger in my house It took a while to figure out There's no way you could be who you say you are You gotta be someone else..." – Tamia The lyrics of this song hit differently when you’ve lived them. Every year for seven years, I faced someone different. The man I initially met—someone I thought I could trust—became a stranger over time. He wasn’t the same person year after year. Slowly, he evolved into someone I couldn’t recognize and eventually despised. At first, I ignored the red flags. I made excuses for his behavior, convincing myself that things would improve or that I was overreacting. But the worse he got, the more my health deteriorated—mentally, emotionally, and physically. I constantly adjusted to accommodate him, twisting myself into someone I didn’t recognize to keep the peace. Everything I had fought so hard to free myself from came bulldozing back into my life, and I didn’t even see it happening. It was initially subtle, a slow erosion of b