Last week, on the instructions of the mediator, we met with a realtor to discuss what we would have to do to sell our house. Her instructions gave a list of things to fix, and rooms to clean out in preparation for staging. Today, I started that process - packing my books on some of the shelves into packing boxes.
And got a look at the future...
STBXW hovered over me while I was packing - picking through the books as I packed them to make sure I wasn't secretly stealing any books that she considered hers.
I offered her some of the boxes so that she could do the same - all of the books on that shelf have to go - but she refused. Instead of packing up her books she was straightening them out on the shelves to fill in the holes made when I had removed mine.
She still doesn't think that she is really going to sell and move out of this house - or should I say that in the back of her mind she is still holding on to the idea that she is going to keep the house (and I am going to move out).
The math is pretty blatant and obvious - neither of us is going to be able to afford this house. Unless she wins the lottery, there is no way she is going to be able to afford to buy me out of the house, get a loan for the remaining principle, and make the resulting payments. The mediator has even told her that, but she is still playing her favorite game - acting naive and helpless and confused whenever she has to make a decision that she doesn't like.
Me 42, W 39, S8, S6, S2 M 11y, A & ILYBNILWY 11/08 Walking away from a bad situation.
