DH and I had it all planned. We were going to sell our home in the over-crowded, over-priced south east and move to a rural idyll many miles away, improving our quality of life and reducing our mortgage to nearly nothing.
DH works in a job in London and has been WFH throughout the pandemic, a situation we were given every reason to believe would continue.
We’ve had estate agents round to value our house and were literally about to put it on the market when DH gets an email from work saying that WFH is not panning out as hoped for them and he will be required back in the office four days a week, every week.
This has left our dreams in tatters as it means we will now have to remain close to London, because (understandably) DH does not want a very long commute.
DH works really hard at home and if anything he does longer hours, as he doesn’t need to commute.
I feel like our dreams have just gone up in a puff of smoke and am so devastated at the thought of staying put.
AIBU?