That Cursed Property, Pt. 2

I truly beginning to believe that my ex performed some sort of evil ritual on that property. Or as Jeanene (my realtor extraordinaire) puts it “the gift that keeps on taking”. AAAARRRRGGGGHHH.

So on Monday, Jeanene and I had a quick exchange, everything was on track, just waiting for a closing date on the 100 acres. Great! I go about my week. Then comes Friday and, like before, the other shoe drops. A a result my ex-husband has to be contacted. You remember the ex that I wrote a scathing letter to? The same one whose new wife I called a duplicitous whore (ok, I still love that insult 😏)? Yeah that ex.

I almost started crying when I heard that (he truly give me sever anxiety). So we asked the lawyer handling the closing to contact the lawyer that had represented my ex (and really the cause of the latest issue) to resolve the matter without having to involve me.

🐀 I am a rat caught in a maze and I can’t get out. 🐀

And I really want to tell you the whole story, but I truly believe that if I say anything more, this curse will never end 😡. The day this property closes, I will fill you in on the rest. I will right about it in the end not only to close out this god-forsaken journey, but also to educate you on the insanity that is can occur with property and divorce. So 🐻 with me a little longer 🙃.

I will end this by saying three things: 1. I’m doing the best I can to stay positive that he’ll respond to the lawyer and just get with the program; 2. The stress eating is going to haunt me this summer 😫; and 3. I really hope this doesn’t trigger another panic attack.

Be well my dear readers, a Hostess Cupcake is calling my name…

Note: Before you start to worry, I’m really am ok and this whole nightmare shall end, eventually 😊.