I know this isnt AIBU but I know I probably am BU, seeing as there are people struggling and there is a COL crisis, however I just feel the need today to have a bit of a rant as I'm so fed up.
DH and I live with our 12yo DS and 8yo DD in a 2 bed terrace, kids share a room. We put our house on the market last July, lost our first buyer as their mortgage got refused just after the mini-budget and interest rates began to rise. Over the next few months we found two other separate buyers but they both pulled out respectively due to illness and not being happy at having to fork out for potential repairs despite offering 10% under HR and us accepting this (we live in an area of Scotland where houses are sought after and the vast majority of the time will achieve at least 10% over HR). In May we accepted an offer again at 10% under HR, the month after our move fell through 7 days before the move date as vendor was being made redundant. Our buyer demanded that we still move out but we had nowhere to go and can't afford rents (plus would lose our fixed rate of 1.95 that we were porting). They walked, fair enough.
There are hardly any houses out there to buy within our area, where we are planning to stay due to the kids schooling, and competition is huge when the houses do come on the market. My kids hate sharing a room and there's no place to extend, our only option is to either move or for us to sleep in the livingroom and give one of the kids our bedroom. I cried earlier on today because I saw our last buyer walking out of the cul-de-sac round the corner from us with her dog - the only house in this little street that has been on the market recently was owned by a young family who, lucky them, have managed to get a buyer (our old buyer!) and move on to most likely bigger and better things. Meanwhile we are stuck here in this tiny house and I feel guilty that despite having a huge deposit to move (around 65% of our total budget) we just can't get out of here and give our family more space. I cried because of this, and because other people are getting to move on and we aren't and because our last bloody buyer will always be walking past our fucking house because they bought round the corner from us.
I think it's just getting on top of me and I'm hormonal with peri, plus being stuck at home as I have covid isn't helping. I know I should be grateful I have a roof over my head and the chances are that we will get moved at some point, even if it is another couple of years down the line. Someone give me a virtual slap please!