"Now I'm standing at four corners, to have and to hold.
Now my love you stand beside me to walk life's winding road,
And I owe it all to you for taking a chance...
I finally found the right man."
Now my love you stand beside me to walk life's winding road,
And I owe it all to you for taking a chance...
I finally found the right man."
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| Deux Lux "Twinkle" Shoulder Bag ($115.00 reg. - Sale $42.00) |
We kept everything very low key this weekend. We had a nice dinner out on Friday evening to a restaurant that we only go to on special occasions, and we had a little duo-shopping spree on Sunday (two new pairs of shoes for him, a few shirts and a purse for me). I hid a card inside of his work computer, so he would find it at work today.
I, on the other hand, didn't feel like being in a negative stress inducing environment, so I called in "sick" at work and provided myself some much needed mercy. If you've read any of my postings about my work place I'm sure you understand what I mean. It's sad that such a negative place can make an ambitious hardworking person feel a need to shun work at any cost. The work isn't hard, but the environment is deeply unhealthy. I just didn't feel like putting up with it today.
My previous post detailed our selling/moving out of the house. However, things don't always go as planned. The prospective buyer (who I wouldn't mind giving an earful) who asked us to Move UP the closing date, expedited the inspection/appraisal process, decided to back out of the offer within 24 hours of closing.
We had already packed EVERYTHING - shoes, clothes, decorations, plates, books, dog toys, food, spices, socks, toiletries...literally everything. We had rented a Uhaul, a storage unit, changed our forwarding address at the post office, paid for the HVAC system to be tuned/inspected, changed all of the utilities... Now we have to go through the process of unpacking everything again, moving all of our boxes back downstairs into the basement, and make the house presentable again for the showing process. My coworkers were surprised by how "well" I was taking it. I knew I couldn't fall apart because it would cause more stress for my husband, which he didn't need.
Not to mention, we lost an entire month of potentially showing the house to interested parties. It is frustrating, but unfortunately besides getting the earnest money from the ex-buyer.
My husband was at a complete loss when we found out about it last Thursday. He left work early and went home to attempt to start cleaning up the "mess" left by the potential buyer. I took him out to eat, gave him a pep talk, and told him that essentially "this too shall pass". I think selling this house weighs heavily on him because he knows I don't feel "at home" here (since it was the house he and his ex-wife picked out). I've tried to tell him not to let it weigh so heavily on him. The house will sell in time, we'll find a house of our own, and we'll eventually be able to start a family.

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