argh
The ASSHATS who bought our house took NINETEEN YEARS to schedule their inspection of our home. Seriously, they want to close on our house July 30, but they just had the inspection done YESTERDAY. We only have 2 1/2 weeks to pack our entire freaking house.
See, I've held off on packing because I had a feeling something would happen at the inspection that would mean we weren't moving after all. And I was right.
We got a call, well, I got a call (Andy is in Portland this week) from our lawyer this morning saying that the home inspection had been completed and because of the "many" things wrong with our house, "much more" than they had thought, they were cancelling the contract on our house.
WHAT
THE
FUCK???
I immediately went into cardiac arrest and suffered several strokes. Andy's not home to talk to about this, and I'm supposed to be the functioning adult in a house with a baby and Kaitlin, who is here visiting. I wanted to sit in a corner and fingerpaint on the walls. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING, I told myself many times.
See, we have our new house all lined up. The people we're buying it from wanted to boot us out because they found someone who could buy it from them sooner, so we dropped the contingency on our house so we could keep it. That means that we put ourselves in the position of possibly owning two houses at once. But we felt confident...we had a buyer for our house, the buyer had sold his townhouse, everything looked good.
Ha.
Now we're contractually obligated to buy this new house, and we don't have anyone to buy ours. Why? Because the crazy peanut-heads who said they'd buy our house found "many" things wrong with it. So many that they didn't even want to WORK with us on fixing them, they just wanted to tell us to kiss off and move on.
My lawyer called back with the list of things "wrong" with our house. He said they were BULLSHIT, each and every one of them. He said that he sent them a letter stating that if they didn't close on our house by the agreed date, they'd be in breach of contract because NOTHING on the list from the inspection warranted stepping out of the contract. He wouldn't tell me everything that was on the list of things "wrong," but he did say that one thing was the garage door jerked a little bit when closing. There were many items of similar nature on the list. He theorized that these ASSHATS FROM PLANET SPUNK just wanted out of the contract for unknown reasons. He said that our house is in GOOD SHAPE. Which it fuckin'-A is, dammit.
I am so pissed off and upset. The lawyer said that even though they're in the wrong, no one can make anyone do anything, and if they want to get out of buying our house, they will. So we need to either get a bridge loan (to pay 2 mortgages at once...nice) or back out of our deal with the people selling the house we want.
Well, for one thing, I want that damn house. I want that pool. I want the kitchen and family room and fenced-in yard and finished basement with a patio. I WANT IT and I will have it. And another thing, I'm not going to screw these people over like the PEANUT-FACED ASSHATS are doing to us. I'm not. They have their own house to move on to. Just because we're being jerked around doesn't mean we should do it to someone else.
Plus, I want that pool. I want to splash and frolic and cavort and live in that pool.
So, our money guy is setting up our bridge loan and the people who were supposed to be buying our house have undoubtedly set sail on the SS ASSHAT where I hope they're happy and living a life full of garage doors that don't jerk as they close.
Posted by Amy at July 10, 2003 04:07 PM
