So I’ve secured a house! I can’t believe my good fortune, actually it terrifies me. Surely with something good comes something bad??
Paperwork is signed and I’m seeing the benefits office today to get help with the bond. I’ve done everything off my own back so far and I can’t begin to explain how much of an uphill battle it’s been.
I’ve sorted my utilities, now will be the big move from storage, which Steve has agreed to help with.
Obviously I’m sad (again) that the house I owned with Steve, I’ll never live in again, but in time I’ll come to accept that. And Steve has asked me to look after the kids while he’s away, and I can do that at the house (as mine probably won’t be ready). So I get my kids for longer and get to enjoy the perks of the house!
My new home is small, older and in a nice neighbourhood. It seems quiet and is within walking distance of the train station. These are all huge pluses for me. The landlady seems really nice too.
I’ve gone about sorting the utilities, which felt nice to name a Home, as opposed to this motel.
My concern is a car. I’m using my parents rental, but they go soon so I’ll be without a car and I need one for work and driving the kids around. Steve has promised to help with that, but he’s promised a lot of things and not delivered, and my parents seem to have exhausted their reserves. They seem quite stressed about the outgoings piling up. I feel awful for putting them in that position. I feel quite useless and like I’ve failed them. But I hope in time I can redeem myself.
So today is benefits office and then therapy. Hopefully they will help lend me the money for the bond.
Then this evening I get my two youngest for the night, which will be awesome because I miss them terribly.