Oy! I'm not Jewish. Am I allowed to say oy?
We want to move. I have quite a small house and in a wildly optimistic move that this cycle is going to work I went and looked at new homes a couple of weeks ago. I rarely find a floor plan I like. I'm just a bit picky. I want a real entry way. I want all the bedrooms together. First floor masters and the rest of the bedrooms upstairs simply will not do. And a plethora of othIter obnoxious requests make me a rather picky customer. But I found one I liked. I really, really liked. It's 3000sf. Like I said, wildly optimistic. I thought Paul was going to tell me to dream on but he was kind of into a new house. Actually, really into it. I took him to see the house. And he loved it too. So we started talking seriously about moving. And the decision is in. If we can sell our house, we are going to do it. We are going to build a new house! Together. When we moved into our current house it was Paul's and we didn't pick it out together. This would be so much fun. But, as in much of the country the real estate market is less than desirable here. Which brings us to the family drama. Have I mentioned that my life parallels "everybody loves raymond"? Yes, indeed we live across the street from Paul's parents. Sigh. Which is the cause of 99% of all arguments that we experience. It's tough. We need more space. Now, a bit of information on the family tree. Paul has a half sister S that has a daughter J. J has procreated and lives with said bastard child and the boyfriend. I'm sorry for the judgment on the lack of marriage but when people make a clear choice to not be married I'm really all right with it. But this just seems like they don't care whether they're married or not. And I hate the attitude. Oh well. It's a bad infertility day. Please forgive me.
Ok so J, the kid, and the boyfriend are living in an apartment. Well, why live in apartment when you could live in a house? I deducted what the commissions would be and told Paul to call her and offer her the house. We'd have a quick sale and wouldn't lose any money. Seems like a good deal to me. She spoke about our proposition with her mother and her mothers response pissed me off. Sorry for the vulgarity. S called my FIL and said that we were insane for asking that amount for our cracker box house. Paul is the most upstanding, honest person I've ever met and for her to act as if we were ripping her daughter off got under my skin. Just a little bit. First off, our home is small but it has been perfect for us. It's got a huge lot. With five fruit trees. On a corner lot. A month ago Paul was offered a position at NASA in Houston. He ended up declining the position but while we were considering it I met with a realtor to discuss how much we could sell our home for. He suggested a significantly higher amount than we offered J the house for. I don't know why I am justifying my very nice home to you all. You didn't insult me. But still. She hurt my feelings. Oh well. I'm glad I don't have high expectations for this family thing only to be disappointed. We're hoping to be on the market by 1Oct. And this, my friends is why you should never mix family and money dealings. Or just move far away.
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I stumbled across your blog while reading another blog. My heart is breaking over your infertility. I have a sister who has so far been unable to get pregnant. She has had two deal with two of our sisters being prego at the same time, neither one of them is married. (Double ouch!) We don't know why. She doesn't have health insurance AT ALL. So she has not even been examined. I will pray for you.
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