“Despite my parents’ wishes, I married a homeless woman and was shocked back home a month later.”

My parents wouldn’t let me forget that I was unmarried and thirty-four years old. They matched me with

every decent-looking person they knew to get me married and beginning a family. Still, that was only

one aspect of it. They finally informed me that unless I married by the time I turned thirty-five,

I would not get any of their money. I was going to lose it since they just had few months left to reach their target.

Following a fresh argument with my folks, one day I went for a walk to cool off. I was so furious that

I paid little thought to my destination until I came upon a woman seated on the pavement. Her hair and

clothing were disorganized, and a wooden sign over her shoulder said “Need help.” But her stare caught

me and made me stop and pay attention; it was sweet, compassionate, and curiously soothing.

I had an idea at that same moment that nearly seemed like a need. I approached her and formulated a proposal without giving it enough thought.

If she married me, I promised her food, a safe place to live, and some basic luxuries as well

as peace from my parents would stop harassing me. Apart from posing as my wife, she wouldn’t

have to do anything while she lived with me. I was stunned when she answered yes. Jessica, a female, accomplished it.