At some point I need to speak to the people we were supposed to be buying from. So far, other than knowing it's not happening today obviously, I don't know that they are fully aware of how things stand. Considering the urgency they had to move out, I can't see this conversation being easy and I've had to leave it this long in order to attempt to talk about it without dissolving into tears.
The cowardly part of me just wants to send a text. But deep down I know that it would be better for them if we talked.
For now though, I just want to pretend that none of this ever happened.
I'm beginning to feel quite guilt-ridden because the whole idea of moving to Newcastle was mine. I was the one who did all the pushing. Charles would have been perfectly happy to stay here for the rest of our lives. I feel responsible for bringing masses of additional stress into our lives when we really didn't need it.
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