I’ve always considered myself incredibly lucky because I’ve always been very driven and determined. By the age of 25, I managed to save up enough on my own to buy a flat in Manchester.
I didnt receive any help from my parents or any relativesI did it all by myself. When I fell for a man Id met, I was bold enough to tell him that I owned my own place.
Still, I made it clear that I wasnt going to move into his place. We agreed that he would find us somewhere to rent together, and I would let out my flat to help save for a car.
He agreed to the plan and promised hed soon have enough saved for rent so we could live together. Six months later, he turned up on my doorstep with a suitcase and told me hed lost his job and was skint.
He asked if I could let him stay for a while. At least he had his own family to turn to. No, I didnt take him in. I believe he was just looking for an excuse to sponge off me, nothing more. Eventually, I broke things off with him.
