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🤬😭 I THOUGHT WE WERE JUST TIRED… BUT IT TURNED OUT — WE WERE ALREADY DROWNING 😭🤬 My name is Sophie Bennett, I am 31 years old. My husband and I moved from London to Nottingham because we could no longer endure that life. London simply squeezed us dry. Every month — the same thing. Money comes in. And immediately goes out. Rent. Bills. Transport. Food. And in the end — zero. Sometimes even minus. I remember how we were sitting in the kitchen before the move. A small space where it is even hard to turn around. Noise from the street. Neighbours behind the wall. He was sitting, looking at the table and said: — “Sophie… if we stay here, we will never get out” I didn’t answer anything then. Because I knew — he was right. We made the decision quickly. Packed our things. Sold part of the furniture. And left. I truly believed that this would be a new stage. But it turned out… we simply changed the scenery. The problems stayed with us. In Nottingham we rented a flat in an old house. When we went inside — it was quiet. Too quiet. And that smell… damp, old wood, cold. After a couple of days stains began to appear on the walls. I ran my hand over the wall and felt moisture. But we had no choice. My husband got a job at a warehouse. Hard work. Constantly on his feet. Boxes. Loading. Every morning — 5:00. Alarm. Darkness. He got up quietly. I lay there and pretended to sleep. Because if I looked at him — I would see how drained he already was. I worked in a small clothing shop. A constant flow of people. Someone chooses things simply “because they felt like it”. And I stand and think how we will make it to the end of the month. Sometimes girls tried on jackets for £200–300 and said: — “I don’t know whether to take it or not…” And in my head: “That is almost our rent…” In the evening he returned. Sometimes he just sat and held his back. Silent. I asked: — “Have you eaten?” He: — “Don’t feel like it” And lay down. We stopped talking. N
