My Fiancée Forced Me to Buy a Big House, So I Bought a Rundown One Instead

My fiancee was pregnant, and every single day she pushed me to lock down the wedding house.

The original plan had been a nice unit, about eleven hundred square feet.

But she wouldn't have it. She kept telling me all her girlfriends lived in big luxury condos.

She'd rather die than live in some ordinary apartment complex.

Then the agent called and asked me to come look at a place, around sixteen hundred square feet. Nothing wrong with it, he said on the phone, just a little old. And the price. Half of what it should have gone for.