Last year all was great.
Me and DP busy house hunting, wanting to settle down, start a family, cuddle up in our own little home... We even came off the pill - just thought sod it (we're not getting any younger). You get the gist.
Fast forward three months.... He's had a breakdown because of stress at work and is on AD's. I've been made redundant and my increasingly frantic job search is going nowhere. Needless to say we're back on the pill. Sniff.
For finacial reasons, we're forced to live seperately.
I'm not (quite) destitute, live in a nice house (parents) but I still want to scream. ARGH.
Rant over, sorry.