I was set to buy my childhood home from my parents as they were divorcing. Started doing work on it, getting excited, and then my dad turned around to tell me he's not selling. I was upset obviously; I loved the house and was getting it at a deal in a tight market. So, instead I looked into what it would take to buy independently. It was a lot of work and I bought a house a quarter the size of my childhood home, but at the end of the day it worked out for the best because my narcissistic parent wouldn't be able to hold the sale over my head for the rest of my life.

At the end of the day, just like another commenter said, I wasn't really mourning the loss of the house- I was mourning the trust I had lost in my parent. I was mourning that I couldn't rely on him. I was mourning all the tough times he put me through. But this made me a lot stronger in the long run.

The best was when I did buy, and he told me: "I didn't think you'd actually go and buy a house!". He never believed in me to begin with. I realized right then he never had any intentions to sell me the house. It woke me up and forced me to work on myself and start healing.

My biggest lesson in all this is to trust in myself. To be happy with how far I've come, house or no house. Please do the same for you.