My wife, Jane, refused to buy a house for seven years, insisting we continue renting. At first, I thought it was about money or timing, but when she finally shared the real reason, I was shocked.
We’ve been married for eight years, and for seven of them, we rented. We weren’t saving for anything specific, and we had the money, credit, and stability to buy a house. But each time I brought it up, Jane shut me down.
At first, I didn’t press. She was building her business and working long hours. But by year five, when we were financially ready, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I even prepared a list of houses, but she wouldn’t look at them. Her excuse was always, “It’s not the right time.”
Then, one day, I found the perfect house. I sent her the listing, and for a moment, I thought I saw excitement in her eyes. But when I suggested we visit, she panicked, saying, “I don’t want to go.”
That’s when I realized it wasn’t about houses—it was something deeper. Later, she confessed that growing up, her mom used their house to keep her close and control her. She felt trapped, and the idea of buying a house brought back those feelings of being stuck.
After some quiet time and therapy, we started to talk about what “home” truly meant for us. It was no longer about the house itself, but about creating a place where she felt free. Eventually, she showed me a new listing, and we decided to visit. A year later, we bought a house—not big or flashy, but ours.
The house was everything we wanted. Jane painted the rooms her way, and she named a plant “Freedom” because it was hers. Now, when she says, “I can’t believe I own this,” I know it’s not disbelief, but peace. She’s finally home.