Just that. The first place we lived in after she was born was lovely, but we got evicted because the landlord sold it and for the next eight years we lived in shit holes. I mean, real shit holes. Water coming in the roof, slugs coming through the floors, landlords who variously shirked, intimidated, ripped us off ... I found it so hard to get somewhere decent. I only had one wage and a lot of that was taken up with childcare so when I went for anything nice, I dunno, we didn't get it.
Eventually found one ok rented place but they booted us out of there within two years as well and now thankfully we're in a council flat which is affordable, nice quality and secure.
But fuck me that's a long time my dd didn't have that. That's a lot of her childhood where her home was pretty terrible. I did my best over those years, tried to make sure she had nice experiences, nice food, nice books etc. But I couldn't give her a good home. And I feel bad. I feel really bad about it.