He ended up in Nashville working for Opryland Hotel. They had a layoff and he could not get work fast enough and consistent enough to have housing. He wound up on the streets, living under a bridge for 4 years. He became my husband 2 years ago after he managed to re-establish his life. We now are caring for my two parents while he works.
Times are hard.
My father passed away at age 55 which left Mom to live on social security and a small pension from Dad. The rent on her apartment was more than my house payment. Strange as it may seem, our culture frowns upon family members living together, while other cultures embrace it. We respect each others privacy and find comfort in the strength of our family unit. It is not being secritive,It would be a personal security for what ever reason that may arise in the future.