Here is the continuation of the response to your post:
Yes, selling this house is really tough - I hate the loss of continuity and memories - been taking lots of pictures of it - I wonder if I should stipulate that I will sell if I can rent the rooms in the basement (separate entrance) - we renovated the place from the dirt up - built in the 1880s - so much work -
I guess I am sentimental - my sister encouraged me to move back to the US, selling all my furniture here, but even that has memories attached (antiques, or from my childhood, not Ikea, or custom made stuff) -
Yes, the thought of my imperious W returning on the weekend to 'her' country spot, with me as the invisible caretaker, makes me sick.
Why should my W get so much of my daughter? What have I done wrong? Why is she with me so little? Do fancy trips or weekends together equal daily time spent with W in Stockholm? Where is the happy medium or at least an equitable solution here?
