We have been asking a friend of ours to show us some houses, but he is kind of busy and not returning our calls. My hubby thinks friendship is everything, and he doesn't want piss off a friend of his family. The longer we wait, the more we have to pay for a house. I wish I never had a bad childhood. It came back to haunt me like nightmares. It follows me like my own shaow. It hides in the dark, and attacks me all of the sudden. Can't choose