I'm afraid I always have a sad story about stuff.. and this is no different.
When I was a teen, I got 1000 piece Jigsaw puzzle.. It was Vase with flowers, so it was really difficult to do because there was so many similar colours. There was nowhere in our house where I could do a jigsaw, so I did it on an unused suitcase.. and slid it under the sofa each time I'd completed some.. I'd come home from work and do a little bit, every night..
It had taken me almost 2 weeks to get near the end, and I only had a little bit to go to complete it.. and I came home to find that my abusive father, had taken the jigsaw and broken it all up... just because he wanted to... I was just so upset, but he was daring me to say something, and I wouldn;t give him the satisfaction
I never again attempted anything else in that house ... but for many years after I got my own home I would regularly complete 500 or 1000 piece jigsaws. Any bigger than that and I would lose patience and not complete it..