So Dan and I went and looked at the house. It made me cry a little b/c it is in such bad shape. Not structurally but cosmetically. The master bedroom had a different BRIGHT color of paint on every wall--red, aqua, yellow. And the master bath was the orange of a construction cone. The toilets were full of some black stuff b/c they have been shut off for months. It was so yucky. Not to mention it was built in '74 and the bedrooms had the multicolored shag carpet to prove it. Except it was literally worn through in places and you could see the floor underneath.
Of course H is very handy and plans to have the carpet all torn out and replaced and all the rooms painted in the first few weeks. Says he can have it livable for the kids within a month from closing. And I know he can. Just for a minute though it made me think he was comparing his life with us in our nice house to that piece of crap and deciding it was better than us...I actually said that and he said you know I don't see it how it is I see it how I will make it.
We also had an interesting, very good conversation for both of us after we looked at the house. We just went and parked in the grocery store parking lot and talked for about an hour.
