Today I got it. The wet, plastic wrapped letter from the lawyer.
The "Get the Fuck out". Letter.
Good news: We'll pay you to get out. More if you do it NOW!
What the Hell am I going to do?
I have no place to go at this stage of the game. I have changed my mind and plan 300 times. I promised the kids we would stay here and then abandoned that when things started to not be panning out.
I started to investigate moving to the town where I work. I mean everything would be in about a 3 mile radius. My closest friend says-Aren't you doing this to make your life easier?
Then of course that place was not available. Oh, Sorry. Psych!
Now I am second guessing that.
Will someone please tell me what do to!!
I have to make my decision within 10 days.
I am thinking how much can I get done in 10 days? Not enough.
I can stay 30 more days and lose some money but I will be able to do it in 2 months. Right?
I think this just pushed me to drop some of my expectations of a place. I just don't want to settle on a place that I then can't get out of.
It's like a see-saw.
What do I do?
What do I do?
Man Up, Bitch!
Pull up your panties.
The kids need you and you have to figure it out.
I just kicked myself in the ass.
I'm Good.
It will be game on now.
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