Metaphorically Yours.

"Asked by the judge whether he himself had executed the deed of sale in relation to the house, Mr Byrne said he could not answer such questions “on the basis of legal advice that I might incriminate myself”. When asked by counsel for Ms Byrne whether he derived anything personally from the sale, he again said he could not answer on legal advice. Asked who was the rightful owner of the home, he began to cry and said: “My mother, Philomena Byrne.”"

When everything you own is built on sand your foundations are at risk. If you then play with fire you're likely to get burned, a bit like Icarus. The grass is not always greener and all that glitters is not gold and it has to be said that fools and their money are easily parted.
It's a steep learning curve, but when you think outside the box it might suddenly dawn on you that there's no fire like the home fire, bearing that in mind, folk should understand that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. If you don't, you'll soon have the devil on your back, and there's no use crying over spilt milk AFTER you lie down with dogs and get up with fleas.
Hopefully lessons will be learned, be they the hard way or not. Life is a game of two halves, and though the goalposts are often moved the occasional spoonful of honey helps the medicine go down. It's a hard knock life, but some one has got to pay the piper. Maybe blood will be thicker than water, and although sorry is the hardest word, the night is darkest before the dawn and tomorrow is a new day. Step up to the plate, take it like a man, hold your head up high and keep on trucking.