Romeo, Buffet, Bunny, LolaL, Kerry, antlers, Thank you all. All good ideas and much-appreciated kudos. At this stage, I more often think it's time to resist the 48-hour rule and the run-it-by-here-first strategy and just go with it.
I got a renter for upstairs Master Bedroom Suite Monday. Confirmed yesterday. Told her today. She was all sweetness and nice. Said "I'm glad you changed your mind about renting. This will make it easier for you." I answered "I changed my mind when you backed off about wanting a portion of the rent $ even though you contribute no $ to house." (I pulled the ad and said, diplomatically, "eff you. I'll stay and struggle rather than give you a dime of the rent $"). There was one agreement we had to make about the rental, though. I agreed and said a verbal agreement is fine by me. She responded she wanted it in writing, signed, and notarized.
I said, "Fine." Not even worth further comment.
Renter - from- NC took a job at a small corp 1/2 mile from here. Is selling house in NC. Wife loved our house "Virtual Tour" on Brokers' website, might be interested in discussing purchasing. Renter came tonight to sign agreement. Apparently hates the job, not sure what to do, was going back to motel to call the wife. Didn't sign. (sigh).
Meanwhile, Broker says lowering price $38k should do the trick (!?!?). This is the SAME price that an agent gave us in AUGUST(!) in order to sell fast. Back then, broker said, "Wrong. I can get you $58k more," so we went with him.
X & I lowered it $20k in Feb. Now another $38k? To the first agent's (obviously) spot-on price back in August?!? I know market is bad and fluctuating but I'm beginning to think Broker "blew smoke" to get the listing.
Yeah, I know I'm really rambling now. Not sure what to do. But I really want to get out from under this $ hemorrhaging memory-laden, last-vestige-of-M (and connection to X) and GO!
Having a yard/tag/garage sale Sat and Sunday. Gonna try to get rid of damn-near everything! Including every picture, photo, gift, knick-knack X ever gave me. The sitch memory will be bad enough. Don't need - or want - any physical, tangible reminders of it or her.
There. I'm done now (I think). Feel better.
If X agrees, I'll just take my half of the $38k hit and dump this place (which I once- and still in many ways do - love so much). But it's been bleeding me and exhausting me for eighteen months now. Enough, already.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac