I honestly don’t know if we’ve just had the worst run of luck imaginable or if this is just what life is like.
March 2025 my mum became unwell. By June she’d been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died the very same week. We barely had time to get our heads around the diagnosis before she was gone.
Then came all the grief that goes with losing your mum.
In February this year I had an unplanned pregnancy which ended in an abortion.
The following month our landlord told us he was selling our flat. Cue absolute panic. We started selling anything and everything on Vinted to try and build some savings to try and scramble together a 5% deposit as he offered to sell it to us at value. Thankfully we managed to convince him to give us till the end of the year - I have a ShareSave maturing in December so that would be the boost we need.
Then June rolls around - the first anniversary of losing my mum - and work announces they’re closing my bank branch. I work for one of the big banks, so suddenly my own job is up in the air too. I opted for redundancy because financially it made the most sense, only to be told they might redeploy me anyway. So I spent weeks not knowing whether I was actually leaving or not. At the end of June I finally got the call to say I was getting my redundancy, and I even managed to get myself a job interview. For the first time in ages I thought maybe things were starting to look up.
All this time, in the background, my husband has been going through disciplinary meetings at his own work. His sickness absence after my mum died was being investigated, then another colleague put in a complaint about him. Because we work for the same employer (but different locations) I couldn’t even switch off from it - I’d go into work every day knowing what was happening. This week it all came to a head and he resigned before they could suspend him because he wanted to leave with a reference.
I’m just exhausted. It feels like every time one thing gets sorted, something else comes along and knocks us sideways. We’ve spent well over a year lurching from one crisis to the next and I honestly can’t remember the last time life just felt… normal.
Does it actually get easier? Or does life always seem to have something waiting round the corner?