No more cabin…

11 Apr

Last August, on top of me renting a condo, we lost a renter in one of our Georgia properties. So our expenses just went way the fuck up. And to this day, there is no renter in that property, which means we’re losing a shitload of money every month. (And don’t get me started on the break in last month where thieves stole the goddamned copper out of the walls. Fucktards.)

That's a shit load of snow!

Meanwhile, neither the ex or I were particularly attached any longer to our weekend home in the mountains. This was, after all, the place where we thought we’d retire. So the ex and I decided we gotta sell it. Unfortunately for us, we bought in June of 2007 (drum roll please?). And the current market value is $200,000 less than what we bought it for (hand me a fucking tissue please?).

Anyhoohaw, we debated for quite a while about whether we should risk our credit in order to staunch the money bleed that was happening. In the end, decided to short-sell it. Clearly, we had a great case for hardship. And just as clearly, we had a great goddamned cabin. The same day it listed on the MLS, an offer came in.

When my realtor called me, she told me “um, you need to know that the offer came in from people you know…”

I was just shocked and sad, and then pissed that these carpetbaggers were going to benefit from our loss. But we signed the offer anyway. And the bank approved the sale and are forgiving our debt.

Now, the time for moving our stuff out has begun. Last weekend, my bestie and I went up there to get all my clothes and start the process. This weekend, the ex will do the same.

Then… the following weekend (or two) we ALL will be up there together, figuring out who gets what, what to sell, what to leave behind. It’s going to be an interesting time, considering this was, after all, the home we bought to retire in.

On an uplifting note, the fact that the ex and I are friends, and joke with each other, is a fantastic thing. I still feel the love and respect that made us a great couple and wish him every happiness in life and know that regardless of this next step in moving on with our lives, that we will have memories of happy times not clouded with anger and bitterness because it was time to move forward.

Please raise your martini with me… “To the cabin, may you fall apart in the hands of the carpetbaggers” (friggin assholes.)

Alternate toast “I hope next winter it snows 10 feet. Enjoy that slippery driveway, dirty carpetbaggers.”

>cheers<

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2 Responses to “No more cabin…”

  1. bornattwentyfive April 12, 2012 at 1:30 am #

    Sorry you had to sell the place. On the other hand I think it’s awesome you and your ex are still friends. That’s so rare for most people.

  2. Blogdramedy May 3, 2012 at 8:12 pm #

    Damn…this is like what happened with our boat. When we left we took everything…including the toilet paper. They can use all the money they should have paid us to wipe their butts. 😉

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