A house is not a home

I need a home,not a house...I've been dreaming about it for a long time..I have prepared for it since I was a kid..But..As I grow up I realized..The reality hurts...Even it does not hurt me, it hurts others...I can't build my home on others' grief..,why?can you just accept the end?everything has an end..you insist of accepting it..making me hurting myself..If..this thing goes on..I'm afraid one day..just one day..I will sacrifice my happiness and soul which I rarely have..to favour you..I'm nothing more than a robot