I call it "house envy." The more depressed, I become the more I envy those who own homes. (I rent an apt). My parents divorced.The house I grew up was sold by my mother, my father's second wife sold their home (my father is deceased) and moved into assisted living. I only recently discovered that I. along with my siblings weren't completely disinherited by my wealthy, cheap. miserable father. I blame myself. 'If I had my head on straight, I would have gotten married, pursued a sensible career, etc. I had too many psych problems to overcome to be that rational but still I get jealous, attack myself without mercy for being a "failure". I really don't wish ill towards friends and family who have nice homes regardless of how they acquired them.I see them as successful very contented people often ignoring the real anguish in their lives. They are the type to display pics of their homes, family gatherings, where they are eating, their vacation pics and so on Facebook. which never helps my mood. And in reality they are all nice people merely using Facebook to show that they are doing well like so many others. But it really hurts.