At 54, I Moved In With a Man I Barely Knew So I Wouldn’t Be a Burden to My Daughter

started.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” he roared, spinning toward me.

And then he threw the screwdriver.

Not at me—not quite—but in my general direction, hard enough that it hit the counter and bounced off, clattering to the floor between us.

For a moment, we both just stared at it lying there on the tile.

Then he started yelling—at me, at the outlet, at continue reading …