Well, people saw the house, liked it, said the price is too high.  Same as last time.  But I think, hey it’s slightly under what I paid for it!  You know an offer is going to come in at under the asking price.  If they think it’s too high, why not make an offer at what they think it should be?  I don’t get it.  But I’ll talk to my realtor sometime this weekend.

I’m very tired today.  Need to take a nap I think.

I went to my cousins while they looked at the house.  We took a short walk, it was nice, I haven’t walked in so long.  Too much to do, to carve out some time for myself.  I haven’t seen her in awhile so it was nice.  Her husband was home, I don’t often see him, because he travels so much.  I always liked him, but I know they struggle.

My son called me while I was walking with her.  He was driving around to kill time til he could go back in the house.  He drove over to our old house and couldn’t believe the shape it’s in.  Just so sad.  He has not driven over there in probably 3 years.  It’s 3 miles away.  Too many bad memories.  16 years worth.  for him. 30 for me.  No no one is living  in it right now.  Probably full of mice, and bugs.  I’ll never understand what satisfaction he got from doing what he did.  But I’m so glad I got out in time to save myself and my son.

Someone continued to read old blogs today.  They’ve stopped now, it seems for the time being.  How much time can you spend on old news?  So many I’d forgotten about.  Every 2 weeks, push away, pull me back.  I was stretched to the limit, and then the cord was cut, sent me flying.  I landed hard.  I think it amused him, to see me try to make sense of what was happening to me.  It was like a challenge, to see how long he could get away with it. To see if he could get me to agree to see him  for his “nice afternoon” or evening.  In the end, I think he is the biggest loser of his own game.

I’m back on my feet now.  My head has stopped spinning, my eyes are focusing again.  The level of deceit that was going on is still and always will be, beyond my ability to comprehend.  But it’s over now, and even if someone starts reading it again, I don’t think I’d ever go back and revisit it.  I’ll stay cognizant of it, but I have to be unattached to it now.  I have to be done with it.

A new life is waiting.  Waiting for me to sell my house.