I have read all the answers carefully and multiple times.
That may be so. To be honest, from around page 5 onwards I already found the answers extremely helpful and they made the remaining 10 pages obsolete. Therefore, it makes me very doubtful that you have actually understood them.
Maybe I should really seek professional help, perhaps it really is depression that has gotten much worse because of the decision. Although I actually don’t have typical symptoms for that.
You have received that advice from many people, including me, already in post #27.
The sum really paralyzes me. Today I talked again with my wife, she just can’t understand my way of thinking.
I am also on #TeamYourWife
Maybe it’s also because other things indirectly burden me (we’ve had trouble conceiving for years etc.)
On the one hand, it is certainly stressful when wishes haven’t come true as hoped. On the other hand, there are families who don’t have children at all or cannot have any.
We also say to ourselves that the apartment will be too small at the latest with the next child, then we will move somewhere else, something bigger, the rent will then be at least 1,500-1,700 including utilities.
And even if it stays with just one child, you will certainly not think: “Oh God, so much surplus space here!”
Maybe the reasons lie elsewhere
Where else?
Currently everything has just gotten worse. I would feel better tomorrow if I called the notary and inquired about reversing the deal, but rationally thought that’s total nonsense.
I think that point would drag you into a deep hole in the near future. I want to summarize the whole thing bluntly: A husband with a loving wife and a healthy child buys a house in a desired area, which he can afford and, if necessary, could sell later at a higher price. Instead of enjoying his luck on many levels, he wishes for his old, (too) small apartment back, whose rent is only just below the repayment costs of the house. One reason for this crisis of meaning is also a faulty bathroom window. Viewed rationally, this has something of a satirical reality. If I were in the man’s place, I would quickly make sure not to burden my relationship/marriage/family too much with these absurd thoughts.