I’m done with this house. I don’t want to be, but now everything I look at pisses me off. The flowering trees have been chopped down…the things that brought me such joy each spring. I LOVE flowering trees.
The house still needs a lot work. It was a fixer-upper when we bought it, but one month after we bought it the shit hit the fan. We spent over $35,000.00 in court costs to save those boys…so there went the repairs. We went without to send all four kids to parochial school…never had a new car until the Mustang, and that was only with trading in the paid-off nearly new car we inherited from BR’s m-i-l AND trading in his beloved Harley. I haven’t really bought new clothes and shoes until I had absolutely no alternative (meaning shoes fell apart or clothes were too washed-out to wear outside the house).
I loved this house. I loved its potential. I loved the thought of retiring in it. Quiet neighborhood, space for a garden should I want one, lots of possibilities for landscaping, space to put a mother-in-law house should my mom need it…
But now…now it’s past the point of no return. The ugliness the house has witnessed has outbalanced the joys we had.
The camel has collapsed.