Selling, renting, moving.....frustrating

Over the past couple of months I've learnt that not only is selling a house stressful its also incredibly frustrating.  

I had an offer on my house a week after it went on the market. I was shocked and happy, this happened back in the middle of June...two long months ago. The buyers then got cold feet, we did some more viewings and then they offered me ten grand less - my estate agent politely told them to buggar off. So eventually they agreed to honour the original offer. This happened back almost 5 weeks ago. ..5 weeks tomorrow in fact. Five weeks later and it feels like I am no closer to actually selling my house and moving.

I'm repeatedly being told that they've submitted a mortgage application but it seems nothing else has happened. No survey which I expected would have happened weeks ago. It's starting to feel like I'm being fobbed off, that something is wrong and I'm not being told. Not helped by the fact I have little   confidence in my buyers after they messed me around initially. I seriously hope they aren't wasting my time.

I put forward a completion date of 23rd of August which is rapidly approaching and will definitely pass with us still in this house. A date that should have been achievable. There is absolutely no chain, I'm moving into rented and they are first time buyers.

We get the keys to a gorgeous rental property two weeks today, a property which we need to pay for along with my current house. S will be moving in on the 22nd August and I have absolutely no idea when I will get to join him. I'm finding it hard to accept that I can actually go there whenever I want as its my house too and I won't just be a visitor. I'm worried that it'll feel that way, as it'll be filled with his and his kids stuff and they'll have made it home. They'll get to cuddle up on our new sofa and then go to bed. We will also have to come back here.  Then we'll be moving in somewhere that already feels like theirs. I know I'm being slightly irrational but I can't help it. We were meant to be moving together or at least very close. Now it feels like I'll be lucky if I'm in there before the end of September.

I started packing and I've packed all of my dining room, all motivation has gone now though and I've pretty much given up. I'm struggled to be excited, I know I should be. A new future and all that but  a part of me wants to give up, pretend I never started any of it.

I'm feeling disheartened and fed up. I'm chasing my estate agent every other day and being told the exact same thing. I wish it didn't all fall down to me to sort it all out..the ex couldn't give two hoots and has done nothing. Why would he? He's not paying the mortgage, he's move horseye in to his house. His life moved on, nothing was standing in his way. I guess I'm slightly envious of that, there always seems to be some obstacle standing in our way.

S is being brilliant though, remaining optimistic and helping where he can. Just as well he can remain optimistic because I'm struggling.  Naturally I'm a postitive person but the whole thing has zapped me off it. 

I just need to remember it'll be all worth it in the end...I get to live with the man I love. I just wish it was this month and not sometime in the distant future.