Excessive

I don't even know how to start these anymore. It's been awhile...

We're trying to buy a house. It's a very tiring, and upsetting experience, not a very fun or jouyous occasion like you would believe, but instead, it gives everyone around you the chance to let you know how ill-prepared you are for what's to come, how no matter what, you will lose your house and end up dead because there's no way you could ever plan or use logical risk assessement as effectively as them.

Every spec of enjoyment has been taken out of the experience by this point, to the point where I'm doubting my own budget and finance forecasting. I've been convinced that I'm not financially stable enough to make this step in life, and yet all those so ready to spew forth their damnation, don't offer any kind of constructive advice. Tear you down, and for what? To spare you the risks of a fulfilling life? A life of meaning? Yes, it's very true that we could continue on renting for the rest of our lives, have one child and just rent, rent, rent, and the risks would be so much less. Why would anyone ever buy a home? Why risk anything ever?

This whole process is bullshit, and I'm so fucking tired I can't even write my anger out.

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