…that make me feel as if I am being suffocated in the large house we purchased over 4 years ago (in the month before everything started to crash-causing an immediate 50% depreciation in our investment that is still worth 50% less even after 4 years), with ample bedrooms for future children and nice big yard for them to play safely in.

Now as I sit here with an insane headache from injecting the byproducts of menopausal women’s urine into me, I feel trapped, claustrophobic, have uber buyers remorse and feel that the entire upstairs is mocking me.


Happy Sunday.