I’m a single mother of two young children – the housework was always done at night, and then I finally saw it with my own eyes.

I woke up to find my kitchen, which had been a mess, spotless. Then, groceries I hadn’t bought appeared in my refrigerator. I live alone with my children, no one has a key, and I was starting to lose it… until I hid behind the sofa at 3 a.m. and saw who had broken into my house.

I am 40 years old and I am raising my two children alone.

Jeremy has just turned five and Sophie is three.

You learn pretty quickly who you are when the noise stops and there’s no one left to blame.

Their father left three weeks after Sophie was born, leaving me with a pile of unpaid bills, two babies who wouldn’t sleep at night, and a marriage that dissolved faster than I could process it.