I can’t stop thinking about the fact we will never be comfortable, we will never have spare income.
and it feels so selfish because we’re in a better position than a lot of people. We both have jobs, we have a mortgage (albeit shared ownership) and we can put food on the table.
but we can’t actually afford anything above the bare necessities. We don’t go on holiday, we don’t go for days out. We have the odd fast food ect and sometimes if we have enough fuel on the weekend we’ll go to the park or out to soft play.
I just really hoped that one day we would built a better life. But I’m scarily close to 30 now and I feel like my life isn’t going anywhere. I feel like I’ve hit our financial peak and this is it for us. I wanted savings, I wanted something to leave for our children one day. But it won’t happen and it feels like my insides are being chewed up. I just wanted better. I’m grateful for what we do have, I’m just sad that this is as good as it will get for us.