SoyDora
You were working probably at a different level to me and you only stayed 2.5 years.
I was a clerk in one of the motor industry businesses.
It was death by a 1000 cuts.
I am normally a very happy person but years of isolation left me with depression.
Every time I thought I was going to escape the place something came up to stop us. At one point I contemplated handing the keys back to the mortgage company just so I was free of the place but Dp said no.
I look back and wish we had
It nearly broke us.
A couple who arrived from London made it better for a few months but they didn’t last 6 months
I started at a company and whilst people were finding out about me it came up that I lived with my partner and we weren’t married.
Cue my supervisor (female) and manager summoning me into the office to ask if the manager should have a word with my partner to see if he can persuade him to marry me.
I was usurped by the YTS boy who had terrible BO for a supervisors job because “he is a man and one day he will have a family to look after”
I met people young and old who had not ventured more than 4 miles from their home ever.
I know a few people who were born in the area and have family there but moved out as soon as they could.
They dread going back.
I have seen on here posters mentioning the area I lived and the people being a little “strange” in their outlook so it isn’t just me.
When we moved even though we were effectively homeless the relief of not being in that place was euphoric.
It might be ok if you are a certain religion and you have children who go to school and you are happy to spend evenings and weekends in the pub.
I think most people are unhappy there. It hasn’t dawned on them though because they take to the drink to take the edge off
I swear after a certain age the population of the village I was on had either cancer or a dodgy liver.