I got a certified letter today letting me know they will be having a foreclosure sale on our house in January. Yep, the day I start my new job they will be selling my former home.
Thankfully I am not on the mortgage, only the deed; nonetheless, it’s like a punch in the gut to get news that what was once a beautiful home is now being sold off due to non-payment. God only knows what all is left in the house still. I’m sure Cousinfucker cleaned it out pretty well but more than likely he only took the bigger stuff. My son’s nutcracker collection is undoubtedly a casualty, as is my wedding dress, and numerous outdoor decorations.
I hate what it has become- a symbol of failure. I have to remind myself over and over that it’s not my problem. The pool is green and probably frozen over. I hope nothing else bursts. Again, not my problem. I can only do so much and since he wasn’t willing to do anything my “only so much” wasn’t very much.
Apparently he was too lazy to try to put it on the market or to call the two people I told him about that were interested in a short sale. Probably too busy having sex with his cousin the whore.
Oh well. Like I told my mom when I got the news, thank goodness I didn’t try to stick it out. I would have ended up having to find new accommodations during the middle of my daughter’s junior year of high school. I probably would have ended up having to move back here anyway so better this past summer as opposed to over Christmas break.
I guess the good news is with this foreclosure Cousinfucker can’t buy the whore a house like they planned. He used his VA loan and with this default he won’t ever be able to use one again. He’s never had to save up money before to put a down payment down which he will now have to do if he ever wants to buy again. Ha! Once again I feel I must point out that as much as he bitched and moaned about me spending all “his” money he never ended up defaulting on a goddamn mortgage when he was married to me.