I feel like I am going to have a nervous breakdown if I have to live in this house much longer. No matter how much I want it to work, it just doesn't. And I just don't have what it takes to make it work.

A new house won't make everything magically all better. I know that. But a house where we are not literally tripping over each other; a house where I don't feel trapped when I go into the kitchen and somebody stands in the doorway; a house where people could actually come in the kitchen with me; a house where there is a place to store the basics- like sheets and towels-- its gotta be better than this.

The thing is, I don't think we will be able to sell this house. And because of that, I don't have the energy to even try.