Life as a house, A house with many pesonalities, The house that binds us, The same house that tears us apart.

Interesting how what i've come to look as a prison of sort was created and then finished for something noble, for love, maybe a little bit for pride, for a sense of doing something great. and now, well? the thing that was created to bring people together, designed to hold a gathering a people, and a horde of food, good times, laughter and family, now we are all trapped, in a place that cost too much money to keep afloat, the very air breathed filled with resentment and bad feelings. The resentment of one women in paticluar who feels the need to keep everyone together, to keep the feeling of family that the house was supposed to bring, the same women, torn apart by her own failer. and how long will be now before the feelings started and bridges burned turn into a flaming pile of rubble and mess to deep for our family to crawl out of this time. a house that was started with nobility, now something shameful, worst of all, something i never knew my family had in them, Greed. I fear it will only get worse, I watch that one women struggle to keep everything going, while the rest have giving up, no longer fighting to keep the flames away, resigned to be cosumed in their own way. Good luck to that one women, because I have giving up with the rest of them, the house needs to burn, and all the bad feelings with it, I can only hope my small family is far away when as they say "the shit really hits the fan"