I was going to write tonight about how we had 2 more days left until the big move, how our furniture was finally on it’s way to the new house, all that exciting stuff. Unfortunately, it’s not to be.
This afternoon, we learnt the buyer wants to pull out. 2 days from settlement. The shit has hit the fan. Legally, as far as the contract reads, and all indications on the law websites for this state, they can’t, but if they don’t pay the money, we have to fight them. We will be.
Right now, my latter 60’s father, my nearly 60 mother and myself are all not well. We are gobsmacked. We were due to get in our cars and head to the new place on Thursday. We are packed. Our furniture is packed. We’ve been sleeping in camp beds for a week. Luckily, we found out half an hour before the shipping container full of our stuff was picked up and transported to our new place. We had to cancel that. Also, as a result, the new house is now not happening, luckily the sale for it was contingent on settlement of this place, so no penalties will be against us there. Thank fuck for that. These people are scumbags.
So tomorrow, my son is off school, and we are off to see lawyers, seeing our current one is part of the problem. We have discovered that the buyer, real estate agent, and the solicitor who is supposed to be representing us are all mates. We are going to go after the lot of them, as they have failed in even the most basic of obligations, which we have only been made aware of today. Apparently the buyer hasn’t even paid the deposit to the real estate agent, as we were led to believe had happened already. They were meant to pay that the day they signed the contract, according to the contract.
I think we are all still shell shocked. My fibromyalgia is now off the Richter Scale, all in the space of a few hours. I feel like throwing up. Dad went to bed early for him, he is not looking good. Mum looks like I feel, and we are still up, because, you know, we both have fibromyalgia and we are both getting hit now. I just feel in a daze. I know that when I wake up in the morning it will still be the same, I know it’s not a bad dream, although I wish it was.
The already fractured household is not going to be any better because of this, it’s probably going to be even worse, and seeing how bad it’s been this week, before this happened, I am dreading it.
I have to try and get some sleep. Somehow. I’ve been up since 5am, it’s now 10pm. I’ve been cleaning the house ready to move out, crawling into cupboards, wiping them all out, I mean, we are meant to be leaving in 2 days time. I have no words left. I still can’t believe it has happened.