I Got My Council House Through Lies, I’m Not Ashamed

I got my council house through lies and I’m not ashamed.

Back In 2010 I was living at my boyfriends Mums house, in a cramped room, we both worked really hard to make a living but never seemed to make enough to save for a deposit on a flat.
We finally gave in and went to council, they did a banding system.

So Band A was top priority, although I was pregnant, as I wasn’t disabled, had a roof over my head and a job we were given Band C.
In other words we were very unlikely to be housed, we tried so hard to move but with no luck we had no choice but to play the system.

I suddenly came down with depression, my partner played on his bad back from years ago, my soon to be mother in law wrote a letter to the council to say she couldn’t have us living there anymore.
We pretended we were sleeping in my partners work van, I cried to the housing officer, my midwife pleaded our case as did our local councillor.
4 months of waiting and we finally got a viewing, a small two bedroom flat on the 8th floor.

We were second on the list to get it, the ones in front of us turned it down, it wasn’t good enough for them, but we decided begers couldn’t be choosers and jumped at the chance to have a place to call home.

Our first proper home, a place to bring our baby back to.
Yes, we played the system, am I ashamed? no way!!!
We work so hard, why should others who won’t help themselves and already receive so much help get priority.
We pay all our own rent, we have added two new addition to our family and moved to a larger home.
Sometimes us hard workers have to play the system to get anything in life, it’s upsetting that it’s like this but needs must.