DID I MARRY MY HOUSE?

A few weeks ago I started to have doubts as to whether I should continue to live in the home I own. I have lived in it for over seven years and have never faltered in my love for this place; It has original stained glass, hardwood floors, all the transoms work, panoramic windows-but it is huge, and made of BRICK.

Brick is my favorite exterior across the board, but I am now learning that it costs a lot to repair. As I began to share my homeowner woes with one of my friends, he started to ask a lot of questions that slowly made me wonder if I was actually married to my house. Here is the conversation with literary liberties:

Friend: So how come you didn't notice the damage?
Me: I have just been so busy for so long that what was a small leak went unnoticed until the wall started to really fall apart.
Friend: So what are you going to do?
Me: I am thinking of selling it after the repairs, I really can't afford to keep making such expensive repairs, but I love it so much.
Friend: Well, why not keep it?
Me: Well, the truth is that although it makes me really happy, we've grown apart. I bought it for a kind of life I thought I was going to have, but over the years that has changed and we're not good for each other anymore, I can't take care of it properly, and its costs keep me from living the life I deserve.
Friend: Do you think maybe you are just in a rut and need to shake things up a bit?

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