When my Partner and I got together we agreed I’d move into his Bachelor Flat for five years. That was 16 years ago.
Lots of things have happened. We’ve weathered many storms. I’ve been out of work for a long time due to ill health.
He’s happy I’m a full time Homemaker. I do lots of volunteering in the community.
His Career is on a steady upward trajectory. He’s just been promoted again. I’m happy. I love he’s so successful.
Here’s the rub :: I want to move! I’ve always hated his Bachelor Flat. I’ve made it a lovely home. But it’s still his poky grotty ex -Council Flat.
Our Mortgage is £300pcm. He clears £5k a month.
I want a Garden. A Garage. Stairs! I want a home. Not a grotty Flat on a Council Estate with Junkies in the Lift.
I don’t work. Do I have a say? Am I a greedy bitch?
His colleagues live in beautiful houses. They invite us for Dinner. We can’t invite them back. Am I being unreasonable?!