My Two BFF's

So this week has been interesting, to say the least. Yesterday was probably the most worthy of it's own post. I woke up in a fairly decent mood, really excited to go to my son's Preschool Christmas concert. We managed to get everyone ready, on time, which is an amazing feat in our house. So we're all geared up to leave and we can't find the keys. They are nowhere. My clean house looked like it had been ransacked by robbers by the time we were finished looking, but we did find them. When something crappy like this happens first thing in the morning, I should really take it as a sign to just stay the hell home and not bother facing the world. It's inevitably going to be a BAD day.

We walk into the church and the very first person I see is my daughter. Apparently my Mother thought it would be a good idea to bring her? (yes that's a question) She's sitting there, jet black hair teased as big as a football helmet, raccoon eyed makeup, a hoodie with skulls on it (yes, I said skulls) and skater shoes with tongues as big as my ass (which incidentally is growing by the day...effing Christmas season) Never mind that she was not only expelled from school the day before, but was also banned from all school district properties. Never mind that 5 days ago, she was drunk and high causing a scene at both the mall and her school. Never mind that the last time I was face to face with her, she called me a f-ing c--- and told me she didn't care if I died. Never mind that the last time she came to visit her brothers, she showed up drunk. Never mind all of that, there she is. I am surprised she made it to the front pew, one would have thought she would have exploded in a ball of fiery hell upon entering the House of God.

So anyways, I take a deep breath and I mutter under my breath "Just when I thought this day couldn't get worse".....and literally, within maybe 3 seconds, my ex walks through the door. What the f**k, are you kidding me with this sh!t? I'm not sure why it surprised me, it was after all his son's concert, but I was shocked. The next hour is kind of a blur. Lots of singing, kids whining, yelling, Santa's bells, my stupidfuckingex chatting it up with my Mom, Gramma and brother like nothing has happened. I wanted to scream at them. How they can even look at him after what he has put me through is beyond me. They even wished him a Merry Christmas. WTF?

Ok fast forward. We got the heck outta there and came home. That's when all hell broke loose. The previous owner dropped a letter in my mailbox. I ripped it open right away, but now I wish I hadn't. It's actually sitting right in front of me as I type and I can honestly say, I can't bring myself to read it again. I read it when I opened it, then I read it out loud to my man on the phone and that's it. It's sitting there, font side up and I can't even glance at it. My head hurts just thinking about it. As you've obviously figured out, it's not what we wanted to hear. There, in print, is the too bad so sad, if you don't like it, take us to court. WHO THE HELL DOES THIS TO PEOPLE? These people are not idiots either, they are both highly educated. They did this on purpose. They lied and they covered up their problems and left them for us to deal with. I mean seriously, what the F is wrong with a person to do this to someone. Someone they don't know. Someone who did them a favor by buying their house. Someone with a family, with little kids. Someone with plans for that house. Someone who wanted to fill that house with love and raise their children there. Someone with a heart and feelings and emotions. This truly is enough to break a person's spirit. Is there no human decency in this world? I'll say it again, WHO DOES THIS?

My drama has been going on for months, years maybe. I am just "that" person, never a dull moment. Most people don't see it, because on the surface I am Smiley Girl with the Perfect Life. But those who know me well, also know all my sh!t. Well most of it anyways. One of those people is my friend Cheryl. We have often said we must have been separated at birth. We are two peas in a pod with so many similarities it would floor you. Kinda creepy really. I am certain she must have felt my added pain yesterday, because she asked me to spend the evening with her (we haven't seen each other in months), doing whatever I wanted to do. We ended up going for appies and a few drinks (of course both drinking Rye, Diet Coke, tall glass, slice of lime) and I vented. Dumped, unloaded, unleashed, whatever you want to call it, but my god it felt good. I didn't cry, I didn't get worked up, I just talked it all out and she listened. We took turns. OK I am lying, I dominated in the venting department, but she did vent about what it's like to go back to work after 5 years as a SAHM and I listened. She labeled our friendship easy and that's exactly what it is.

So. Those were my two BFF's yesterday. The soul-crushing Big Fat Fuckyou from previous owners and my soul-lifting evening with one of my most Bestest Friends, Forever.

Pardon the French, but f*ck me this is a BAD day

Today was the last day for the previous owner (let's call him FA, you figure it out) of this stupid house to reply to our letter. We gave him 2 options, the first being that he could buy the house back from us for ALL of our costs to date (I really hope he doesn't choose this one, I do not want to move AGAIN) and the second being that he put $50,000 into our lawyers trust account and then when the repairs get done in the spring, that will pay for it and remaining funds (if any) will be given back to him. If neither was agreeable to him, we sue his lying ass in court for all costs, including legal fees and emotional stress. We would likely win, but how long it would actually take to get the money off him is another story. It could be several years if we had to garnish his wages. I'm not sure where the $70,000ish up front is going to come from. I'll probably just go pick it off the money tree in the backyard.

So, the realtor called today to say that FA has gotten his own lawyer and would like an extension to prepare a reply. F*CK. Are you kidding me? I have been waiting ALL WEEK LONG for this day, just so that I know what we are facing. I cannot bear the thought of going through the already crappy Christmas season not knowing. He has known about the problems since the day after we took possession (this was the day it flooded...happy f*cking housewarming) and he has had ten days to respond to the letter. I am FED UP. I want to drive over to his new house and a) haul him outside and beat the living crap out of him b) put a garden hose on full blast in his basement window and see how he likes them apples or c) BOTH

OH JOY. The phone just rang as I am typing. It was my mother calling to tell me that my daughter is in jail. Apparently she showed up at the school (which she hasn't been attending for weeks) and was high and freaking out so they called the police. Is this really happening? I mean, REALLY HAPPENING?

I just want to curl up in a ball and die. Bloody f*cking hell. THIS IS NOT MY LIFE, it is someone's twisted and sick idea of a cruel joke. I swear it has to be.