It seems lightning does strike twice. Unbelievable.
We had a signed contract to sell our house. Again. It is now meaningless. Again. No sale, no deal, back to where we started. Last time it was the buyer had no power of attorney because he had some mental deficiency. This time, it was some woman who broke up with her boyfriend, and her credit ain't enough without him.
This is the second time we've done this in as many months. And, once again, we had a new house picked out, ready to make an offer on.
Canada was crushed, in tears. I'm just angry, which is odd because I thought I was past that with numbness now. Whole new levels of anger, what fun. We've been trying to sell our house for -- not an exageration -- over two and a half years.
We had to give up the house a good friend built for us because we couldn't sell. It went to someone else, months later, after everyone had thrown money in a hole first. He hasn't really spoken to us since. We estimate we've shown our current house to at least 100 different people, perhaps as many as 150. Which means we've changed our schedules and cleaned up the house top to bottom no fewer than 70-80 times. That alone is very stressful.
We are literally paying people to buy our house (that is, we're losing money on the deals we're agreeing to in the order of a few thousand dollars). Right now, all my things are in boxes behind me. But, they have nowhere to go.
I know how they feel.
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