Dude, you have no idea. In 1992 I started building what most would consider to be the house of a lifetime. It was a timber framed Alaskan Challet with 35 foot cathedral ceiling, all exposed timbers and car decking. It took me a year to build a 3.5' x 9' x 35' russian fireplace up through the middle of it that weighed in excess of 100-tons. The stair treads and bar top were solid 4-inch thick maple plank I cut and milled myself. The list goes on. I built it with cash. It was payed for. Then I met her and got married. For years all I heard was how much she hated living there, so I figured what the hell, I'm not about where I live, I'm about being outdoors and enjoying life, so we sold the place to buy waterfront, which was "her" dream. Now, after two years of remodeling we're through as a couple, and my half of the equity is barely enough to buy a $170,000 doublewide on a lot somewhere to live out the rest of my days.

Life sucks monster dog coc%, sometimes, bro.