Sunday, 5 May 2013


Looking back over my posts, it seems that I whinge far too much. But I'm afraid I'm about to have another one. A BIG one. For I have been done over, robbed, mistreated, right royally shafted. I can't think of another way to put it.

It's all about the bloody house next door. When our neighbour told me not to rely on him buying it off me (which was the only reason I was buying it in the first place, to secure it for him until his money came through), I panicked at the thought of getting stuck with a house that needed tons of work and potentially having to sell at a price that wouldn't cover my buying costs. So I backed out and copped a fee of nearly £1000 from the solicitors for the work they had done so far.

I have spend the last week flat-sitting for a friend. Perfect peace and relaxation in N. London, a chance to lick my wounds and make new plans, confident I had made the right decision. But while my back was turned, machinations were afoot. The neighbour spoke to his bank and his solicitor and decided to put in a direct offer on the house for less than he would have had to pay me, as 'middleman', but more than I had offered for it. So I have lost a large amount of money, my feelings as well as my pocket are very hurt and I am furious with Mr G who, I feel, could have supported me; as he is pally with the neighbour, surely he could have found out his true intentions. Or maybe he knew them and wasn't going to tell me.

On the one hand, Mr G has been saying that the house purchase is 'none of his business', yet on the other, he has already told the neighbour that he may as well buy the searches I have already paid for, in order to speed up the buying process. I feel a lot has gone on behind my back and nobody has been on my side. That's what hurts. Mr G refuses to discuss it and I am left with a large hole in the wallet. It seems that the last sixteen years with Mr G haven't counted for very much and in reality, I am on my own and probably have been all along. Time to move on?


Jacula said...

Maybe it's Mr. G's way of making sure you can't afford to move out? I know me saying that isn't going to make you feel any better, but it's the first thing that came to my mind when I read your post, and as your friend, I feel I must be honest. Haven't you noticed that every time you look like you might be really serious about getting your own home again he finds some way to ingratiate himself with you once more? What really worries me is that it's not always something big but just a kind word or a small trinket. He really has sapped your self-confidence. I wish you could see yourself for the lovely woman you really are and strike out on your own again.xxxx

hydra said...

Thank you, Jacula. I know you're right. The only way I'll ever move is to do it all without telling him until the removal van rolls up!

Perovskia said...

I second Jacula.
Time to put balls to the wall and move on, luv. xx

Joan Byrne said...

Er, yes!