So, I guess this is also technically a tifu (albeit yesterday) because I accidentally told the agency that our land lord uses that we were on a lower rent than they thought. After a 10min call to clarify when the new cooker was being fitted (fitted kitchen) she mentioned the state of the world, inflation, fuel blah blah and then says yeah “What are you guys paying? like 950? 950 a month is a fair bit, and I can see it going up again soon- but you do have a garden and stuff which is nice”
my dumb ass said “950? We're on Six Fift-..y…”, the world started spinning, the walls started coming closer and what was probably 3-4 seconds felt like a week. then I hear keys clacking, and shes like “oh wow, you are only on 650! Lucky you”. this played on my mind all of the day, sick to my stomach replaying that conversation a million times.
By 5pm I'd received a dreaded email, rental increase to 1050pcm to partially cover rental demand in the area and to cover the average over 3 years we lived here – I cant afford that, it will actually push me into using my savings every month after all rent, bills etc comes out I am the sole bread winner in our household with 2 kids, We've been squeeezing by while saving to move to something of our own regardless of how small.
So, now aged 31 I'm moving 200 miles to have to live in my parents spare room while I sort out my life. I feel like an absolute failure. Failure of a father, and a failure of a husband.