I'm living in damp, mouse infested temporary accommodation miles away from work/nursery with my 2 year old son - I can't help but constantly think about what I should have had and how I've failed him.
Before I got pregnant at 22 I had finished my degree and was working full time in a job I loved, earning enough to save quite a bit each month after paying rent and bills. I've worked since I was 15 and have been saving for a mortgage since I moved out at 16.
My abusive ex and father of my son financially drained me and left me homeless midway through my pregnancy. I'm now working part time as I can't afford to pay for full time nursery and have no way of saving ANYTHING. I can barely get by at the moment and that's including all entitlements to universal credit.
At times I feel genuinely hopeless and can't even begin to think of a better future. The waiting list for council housing in my area is around 6 years and even then it's likely to be a flat in a high rise. I should be grateful but I can't help being so resentful of people with houses and gardens who have never worked a day in their life. The housing officer even suggested I would be better off not working as I will be seen as "more in need".
I just feel like I've tried so hard but have fucked it all up. I never wanted this for my child as it's how I grew up but here we are.