I Was Homeless, and She Gaslighted Me

Is there really a damn difference?

Photograph by author

For a while during my 20s, I was homeless.

It was not a fun time for yours truly. I went through two horrible divorces and five years’ worth of abuse at the hands of the second wife. I was working — barely — and in perhaps the worst mental state I’d endured since my mid-teenaged years. I really could not tell if I…