So we learned, after lengthy debates and keeping us in limbo for a very long time, that our new Landlord is going to be Mrs. A. – Mr G,’s daughter. At first, we were happy, because we knew her and she was generally OK as a person. Some time have passed and the house was getting older. Apart from being painted only once since occupied, The were some issues that could no longer be ignored. The house was cold in cold weather. There was no insulation, the kitchen windows were still wooden (others were changed for plastic ones). The progress stopped with the death of Mr. G. Winters were quite cold back there, so we were sitting wrapped up in blankets. The house was very drafty and we experienced damp. There were many other issues that became more serious over a period of time. We tried to fix whatever we could by ourselves. By this time my son has been diagnosed with agoraphobia and depression. I faced disability myself, as after years of killing myself on job and emotional drainage, I have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia.
At some point we found a pile of asbestos sheets at the end of the garden. Of course, we reported the issue to the Landlord. There was no reply, so we searched the Internet and discovered that we can remove it ourselves. We just needed to get ourselves a protective clothing and do it safely. So we used the Internet again to get instructions. We packed a large chunk of asbestos and went to the local tip, where we were told off and learned that only a specialist crew can deal with asbestos, but they took it anyway.
We reported asbestos to the Landlord. Instead of dealing with the issue, we heard that he is going to sell the house. since that moment, it was a standard reply to all our repair request. For years. When I got a call a month ago, telling me about the house sale, we truly didn’t think anything of it. So when we realised that it’s really happening, it was a huge shock. Shortly after, we received an eviction notice and got two months notice to quit. As of today, we have 4 weeks left to find somewhere to live. Not an easy task for three disabled people.
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UPDATE:
We got so wrapped up into packing that I forgot to finish the post and ended up not posting it at all. Well, yesterday was our eviction date, yet we are still here as we don’t have any accommodation yet. The stress is unbelievable. Packing is not going as fast as it should. I can’t do much on my own, my partner after a stroke – although he is trying his best too. My son cannot do anything… I am just exhausted.
The only option is too keep positive and not to let the situation overpower you. This is a life lesson, not some advice from a shrink, although they would tell you the same. It’s funny, most of what I learned over the years, and that stuff really helped me, I found later in psychology books. So I wasn’t the one who invented the stuff, I just learned it hard way, which is not the best option. Why? If I knew all this before I challenged myself in life, I would definitely avoid so many mistakes that I made along the way. I would avoid the damage that occurred during those years. And I don’t just mean damage to myself, I’ve hurt other people in the process. Not intentionally, I just didn’t know any better.
So we still have some time before we fly out of here permanently. Hopefully we will make it in one piece lol. Updates in due course, for now – BRB.
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