Volynchyk Lubov

My name is Volynchyk Lubov. I was born in 1960.
16 years ago my daughter robbed me on my apartment.
It is also my fault. I registered her as the owner of the apartment and three months later I was a homeless.
I was not denied the parental rights, we had normal relations. We lived in this apartment together till she became 16.
She dated the young man and wanted to live independently. So, I left the apartment, thinking that my daughter is now is a grown person and it is good for her to live apart from me.
Three months later she sold the apartment without me knowing and moved to another apartment.
When I found her, she said «Even if you will die of hunger, I will not give you a piece of bread. You will die of cold and I will not let you warm up at my place». This is how I became homeless.
I was hoping my daughter will change her attitude, but it is in vain.
Later I began to drink. Then I quit drinking and live completely sober life.
I met a man and we began to live together. Then he died and his daughter drove me out of that place.
I became the true homeless — I have been collecting the bottles and plactic to get money for recycling. I slept at the train station, in abandoned houses, even on the cemetery.
It is impossible to survive by yourself when you are homeless. I had to find the partner, the one who will back you up when you got ill, also protect when other homeless will attack.