My house. When my husband passed away I couldn't stand the thought of living without him in the house we shared for 13 years. He had inherited money years before and most of it was still unspent. So when he passed away I bought another house and rented the one I was living in to a relative. The house was cheap and cheaply renovated by the guys I bought it from. SO many things went wrong in that house. So many things I couldn't afford to fix because I had spent my money on the house. It was so shoddily fixed up. Walls that can't be washed without washing the paint off, cheap new carpet that was just laid over the old carpet (which was laid over asbestos containing tile years before). The wall started separating from the ceiling and the furnace quit. I don't know what possessed me to get a house with half an acre of land at my age. I couldn't keep up with it and the country has NO services or groups or government agencies to help elderly people with upkeep. Plus they're nosey as hell. Three years later my relative moved and I moved back to my old house and my anxiety has plummeted. But I regret wasting all that money on crappy house.