It’s been 3 years since we had to move due to harassment and bullying from neighbours.
they made my life hell and it gave me depression. I took the first rental that came up so I could get my children away from the stress of living there. As much as I regret leaving in a rush I know I done the right thing.
But, I miss the house itself and the location. We were happy there for years. We had lots of memories. I spent a fortune making it a home and it was my cosy safe space. I still think about it daily. I feel bitterness that we were pushed out and that the woman who lives there now is friends with the bullies and calls me a liar to mutual friends. The house is still exactly the same, she didn’t change any decor and the tree we planted still grows in the front garden.
Life hasn’t been great since we left, there’s been a lot of hardships and the rental we moved to has been awful. Non stop issues and the neighbours are crap here too. I’m desperately trying to find our forever home but with the cost of living crisis it’s proving impossible so we’re trapped here.
I pine for our old life, even my children sometimes bring it up and mention how it was the last time they see me happy. It makes me feel so guilty. I feel like we’ll never find somewhere that matches up and I’m scared we’ll never have good neighbours.
Has anyone else been in this position? Will I eventually stop missing the house or will it be something I always think back to? Tell me your stories to help me through today.