Home Feels Like a Battlefield, Where Do You Go? 🏚️

Lately, my home has felt less like a safe haven and more like a battleground. Living with my ex in a cramped two-bedroom flat, with two little kids and another on the way, has pushed me to my limits. Every day is a new argument, and I can't remember the last time I felt at peace under this roof. He owns the place, everything is in his name, and the Universal Credit is still joint—he gets it all. I get the child benefit, but that's about it. I share a room with my kids, and it barely feels like I have any space of my own. I've tried to find a place to rent, but everywhere I turn, I hear, "No DSS." Even the council forms make me question if I even qualify for help, since technically, I don't have sole access to any room. I just want out. I want a place where I can raise my kids in peace, even if it's just a tiny flat. Has anyone else felt trapped like this? How did you find your way out? Sometimes, I wonder if anyone really understands how exhausting it is to fight for a fresh start. If you've been through something similar, I’d love to hear your story. 💬 #FamilyStruggles #SingleParentLife #FindingHome #FamilyRelationships