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Mrs Basingstoke? I'm the bailiff. I have to serve you with an eviction notice." 🏠⚠️** I knew about the debt. I knew about the letters. I knew the landlord couldn't wait any longer. But until that morning, it all still felt like just words on paper. Then a stranger turned up at my door with a folder and a specific date by which I had to leave the house. 😰 My name is Cressida Basingstoke, I'm 32 years old. For four years I lived there with the man I thought I'd grow old with. We paid £2,400 rent a month — £1,200 each. It was a big house: two floors, a living room with high ceilings, huge windows and the stairs where he always left something. But it was our home. ❤️ There we celebrated birthdays, invited friends and made plans. After six years together, one day he said he didn't want to continue our relationship. Within two weeks, half the wardrobe was empty. The coats, the toothbrush and the photos were gone. But the rent stayed the same: £2,400. 💸 For a while I kept living as if he'd ju