I am so sad right now. I've gone into depression. I cry all the time. Me and Frank argue all the time. I have no say in what goes on in this house. I payed for the house but I realize now that it's not really mine. Forgive me, but I think 1 dog and 1 cat is enough and he wants to keep one of the puppies that his dog had. I can't deal with more mess. He wants an extra fridge in the kitchen and I don't want one. There's no point in even considering adding an extra room onto the carport. He'll put a pool table in there. He's already said he wants to put a pool table on the carport. When we don't sleep together I go to the guest bedroom, which is my bedroom. That's where my furniture is. I wish I could go back to living in a little delapidated house that's co-owned by my sisters. I'd be happier. I'll never have anything of my own. I feel helpless. I have no control over anything. Someone else is always in control. I'm always owned by someone else. Frank says he's sick of my crying all the time so I try to hide it and go into another room. I've slipped away from DS lately. I'm so lonely now. Even with someone here with me I feel so alone. I wish I'd never bought this house. I want to go back to my old house. That was my home. This is not my home. I can't go back and change it. It's too late to not buy this house. It's not my house. I have no say. I have no rights. I'm so sad.