So six months ago my wife cheated on me and made me homeless. I was banned from seeing my step son, who calls me dad, because her ex is a shit dad and wanted the competition gone and I saw my son in a box room at weekends in a mouldy cottage whilst I slept on the sofa in the week. I had no money in savings so spent six months getting myself back on my feet.

Now I live in a bungalow and in a few months I’ll sort out a room for my son. He’s so happy here he has freedom and I finally have pride.

Just don’t sing somewhere out there to get him to sleep, because I nearly burst into tears lol.

However I’m happy just finding out who I am. My life and my son are enough for me now. And tinder looks like help the aged lol.

I honestly couldn’t of been in much of a worse position to start with. I had six items of clothing (trousers included) and a bag to my name. Now I have a home and hope. No one helped me, not even my local council.

Hang in there guys cause if I can do it anyone can.