I sold my flat so me and partner could place together but I now feel extreme guilt because he wasn’t ready and his mental health was in a bad way - I think partly because I was putting so much pressure on us getting a place together - more commitment etc...he lived in the flat too. And I sold it despite knowing he was suffering. I pushed it went ahead and neither of us was ready coz when it came to moving we realised our plans were total crap - couldn’t agree on whether to rent while we look for new place to buy. It’s an absolute fucking mess. Now I’m homeless, we’ve broken up. I think I’m having a nervous breakdown. There were problems in the relationship and I was v frustrated with the relationship not moving along and I thought I didn’t like the flat coz only one bed without garden. I got caught up in dreaming of the perfect home. I totally fucked it. His mental health has been v bad - mine is appalling. Can’t sleep absolutely. I’m everywhere partly staying at my mums. I’m 39 by the way so should know much, much better. I was so one track minded. I miss the flat. I miss him. I feel completely bereft.