I was going to write a much more detailed account of this depressing situation that I find myself in, but it ended up being too long and so below is a brief run-down of my ****ed up situation 😁
Step 1: drop out of my third-year of uni during the pandemic because I was in such a bad place mentally and could not even begin to work on my dissertation.
Step 2: Get decent but high-pressure sales job. Continue living in single room in a shared house.
Step 3: meet girl. Fall in love. Get engaged (after 18 months together).
Step 4: look for rental property to live in together. Struggle to get accepted by landlords despite both being full-time employed and with references. Get swindled out of £2k by way of a facebook marketplace rental scam.
Step 5: My companies annual turnover report is in...it's been a bad year and jobs are going to be cut. I haven't hit target for three plus months and so I am being let go at the end of the month.
Step 6: one week after losing my job, my Fiancé has a positive pregnancy test.
Step 7: I have been unemployed and on Universal Credit for 2 months. My rent has increased and after rent I have £45 per week to survive on in the midst of a cost of living crisis. My family is dirt poor so no parental help for me. (Seriously, my dad currently lives in a tent in a friends back garden).
My pregnant Fiancé is living at her mums house which she also shares with her two brothers.
Step 8: apply for council housing, but get told that there are over 4000 people on the waiting list, a baby wouldn't be considered as part of the application until it is 6-months old, and that we will likely never be offered a place.
Even with both of us in full-time work, the rental market is hell to navigate. With me out of work currently and us expecting a child, I fancy our chances of getting a private rental as close to a big fat nil.
Step 9: cry?