With regard to sodding housing costs - I am in a South coast university town. I live in a relatively large but quirky and dilapidated property. My son and DIL live with me. We were lucky enough to get this property through my late DP having connections, when we encountered a crisis due to our previous rental becoming insecure due to a legal dispute between the leaseholder and the freeholder. We were very lucky, about 4 years ago. It was in my DPs employer’s (also a long time friend) interests to keep his most lucrative employee securely housed.
Fast forward to now. The rent is 1200. The bills are around 600. My DS and DIL contribute 600 a month and I am solely responsible for the rent. Since my business started to tank we have looked into down sizing. As a single person a bedsit would still cost me 800 in the current market, and a small 2 bed would be 1200. Plus bills.
My DIL was working full time but has developed a chronic long term health condition so is off sick and desperate to figure out how to survive. My DS works in an industry that was paying well till the writers strike had the knock on effect of decimating said industry. He’s currently doing landscaping work.
Every fucking thing has gone tits up for us in a short space of time.
The point I’m trying to make is that just moving is not simple. OPs friend is currently securely housed. She’s working, on hand for her mother who is at liberty to help her daughter if she is able to and chooses to. No-one else’s business.
If she moves it may cost her thousands which she plainly doesn’t have. A month - or more deposit plus a months rent up front. Potential commute costs. Moving costs.
No doubt she “should” just sell any possessions, lose all sense of security and comfort because her “pride” at being in penury should keep her warm, right? A good dose of suffering will teach her, right? Turn her into a responsible economic unit ? Or might she feel life isn’t worth living and spend the rest of her life grinding away to appease the capitalist monster?
Think of all those myths about dragons where towns and villages are held hostage, feeding the beast with everything they produce including sacrificing people, until a hero turns up to save them by slaying the dragon…. It strikes me as a relevant metaphor for modern life, but there is no hero to slay the dragon. Instead it’s a race to the bottom and a smug attitude that because a few can do well, so should everyone else, regardless of economic factors etc.
Maybe as more people find their illusory security chipped away we might realise that we’re heading for really dark times, because at some point the bread and circus routine won’t be sustainable.
Just move house, just get a better job, just solve all your mental anguish by going for a walk, just bend the world to your will, just suck up your suffering because it’s good for the soul - not that we believe in that sort of nonsense of course.
The only things I have that give me meaning or hope are my kitten, which some here will no doubt consider an unnecessary expense (but that’s ok - I have no appetite so my food budget is about 2.00 a day) and my DS because somehow I want him to have a better life.
If the OPs friend is being kept sane and functional by the odd treat from a lovely friend, why the hell does the DH want to take that away from her and humiliate her to boot?