As of late, my dad has been going through depression and anxiety problems, (which are mental illness, nothing wrong with him as a human being) So he had to go to the hospital to get him stabilized, after he got out of the hospital something went wrong with his medicine and something went bad in his brain so he had to stay there for another few weeks. My dad has already been in debt for a while but being out of work for some weeks has made it pretty bad, the note on our house is just way to big so he has to sell.
It's kind of sucky because I've been living in this house as far back as my memory goes, (besides being at my mom's houses every other weekend and some weekdays). I can just look at any point of the house and recall fond childhood memories, which makes it weird to think that the place where all my memories took place, I will soon never see again. I've gotten over it mostly, mainly because I'm not that much of an emotional person. But it's weird.
Any similar experiences with you blf?
tl;dr : we're selling my childhood house because there is too much debt, and it is sucky