yikes

I'm going to sell my house. A little background:

My brother and I went in together on a townhouse four-ish years ago. He has since run up to CSU Ft. Collins. We needed a roommate to make the mortgage. Our mother needed a cheaper place to live.

After much discussion (and a couple doozies of depressive funks on my part) we invited our mom and sister to live with me while Erik was up at school. Living with her was Hell On Earth before and it wasn't long before the status quo reasserted itself.

It wasn't my home any longer; it was her's. My sphere of influence has been pushed back to my room alone and the idea of living at the local YMCA is starting to look attractive.

So I've decided that my mental health is worth incinerating the equity I've managed to wring out of this place.