I've moved fairly frequently over the years. A couple come to mind. One was owned by an alcoholic whose wife left him. He obviously didn't want to leave and that was obvious with clothes scattered in every room, food left in the fridge and under the grill and bottles everywhere too. It genuinely looked as if he still lived there. We didn't stay long in that house. We had lovely neighbours on one side but the adjoining neighbours were awful.
The house I lived in when my marriage ended was in a horrible state. I knew it was bad but omg. They had painted round furniture and even paintings on the walls, the oven alone took a full morning to clean and we discovered rabbit droppings under the kitchen floor covering. The bedrooms were covered in children's graffiti. However, none of that was structural. My family and friends helped so much to sort it all out. I had painting parties and eventually I saved enough for a new kitchen. The neighbours were absolute gems. It was a really good price because of the state of it and I lived in it with the children for many years.
On being called Darling and Love

