We had decided to sell our house in Essex and move to the coast and due our close proximity to London we gained a large profit from the sale of our home enabling us to buy a beautiful Edwardian house, with a balcony, huge fireplaces, original sash windows, and a tiled path leading up to it, in a road that literally led down to the sea. It was idyllic.
Rich was offered a job with a small firm who supplied the railway with staff, and despite my promotions at work I was able to transfer my role over to Kent. We thought we had it made, Rich could work with the new company in Kent and would not have to commute back to Essex; and I could work part time with a new role within the local NHS supplier.
On moving day, after the removal men had left, we cracked open a beer and Rich burst into tears. He could not believe his life now, married to me, with a beautiful house, and a good job in the offing, our life seemed perfect.
But the job with the new railway company fell through! Rich was bitterly disappointed but, he said he was happy to commute and wanted me to work part-time and take care of him and Tom, who had settled in to his new life quickly, loved his new school, had made new friends.
I was happy to work part time but not long after our move a full time job came up, a good job, as an Executive Assistant, within the local NHS hospital Trust, and I wanted to take it. Rich didn’t want me to go back to work full time; he wanted to look after me. “It’s only for a short term, whilst someone is on maternity leave” I said. We could always do with the money to renovate the house” I said; and I took the job.
We were so happy, living by the sea, able to walk to the beach in three minutes, tom was settled, life was good………