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🤬😭 WE THOUGHT LONDON WOULD CHANGE OUR LIFE… BUT IT JUST FINISHED US OFF 😭🤬 My name is Sophie Bennett, I’m 29 years old. My boyfriend and I moved from Birmingham to London. Because we wanted more. More money. More opportunities. More life. Everyone said: — “In London you can make it” We believed. Packed our things. Found a place to live. And left. I remember that day. Train. Bags. The feeling that something new is starting. I really thought: “Now everything will change” But what changed… only for the worse. We rented a room. Not a flat. A room. Small. Cramped. With thin walls. Rent — £900. Just for a room. That was the first time I realized where we had ended up. My boyfriend got a job in construction. From morning till evening. Cold. Dust. Workload. I went to work in a supermarket. Checkout. Queues. People who don’t even look at you. In London everything is faster. And more expensive. Every day — expenses. Transport. Food. Bills. Money disappeared instantly. We started saving on everything. But it didn’t help. At the end of the month — zero. Sometimes minus. I remember standing at the checkout. A woman buys groceries for £120. And says: — “Oh, that’s still cheap” And in my head: “This is our weekly budget…” We started getting tired. A lot. Getting irritated. Arguing. Not because we wanted to. Just the pressure was too strong. And then everything broke completely. An ordinary day. He is at work. Lifting materials. And suddenly — stops. Then bends over. Then just can’t stand up properly. Called me: — “Sophie… my back… I can’t” A couple of days later — doctor. Diagnosis: severe overload, pinched nerve. Work — not allowed. At least several months. I remember how he said: — “I let us down” And at that moment… I realized that we were falling. Hard. Bills kept coming. And the income — disappeared. I took extra shifts. Then more. Then I just stopped living. Work → home → work. I came home at night. I couldn’t
