We had decided to sell our house 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.
Danny 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 Sussex. We thought we had it made, Danny could work with the new company in Sussex and would not have to commute back to London; and I could work part time with a new role within a local healthcare provider as a temp.
On moving day, after the removal men had left, we cracked open a beer and Danny 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! Although Danny was bitterly disappointed although he said he was happy to commute and wanted me to work part-time and take care of him and Ethan, who had settled in to his new life quickly, loved his new school, and 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, with another healthcare provider and I wanted to take it. Danny 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, Ethan was settled, life was good………