I'd had the offer accepted, the surveys done, the price renegotiated, finances were in place and contracts were ready at my solicitors to sign. Nothing. I kept going into the estate agents who promised to chase the sellers solicitor and three more weeks went by, it was so frustraiting and I desperatly needed a space of my own and to begin to make a new home for my children. I could have screamed, in between the crying. It felt so cruel, Id left for a better life, for peace of mind and this was agony.Thank god for a new job and friends that kept me sane.
I pushed and pushed and after a few weeks the sorry news came back that the deeds to the house were lost and new ones would need to be applied for. This would take a minimum of six weeks. I was devistated, really really low, I missed living with my daughter so much, the family members I was living with lived a very different way to me and all of this uncertainty was almost too much to take. I began to look around at other houses that were empty, it felt like I had waisted so much time and money. Six weeks doesn't sound like much now but at the time it felt like forever. I was spending so much on petrol and picking my daughter up from the house that used to be my home knowing that my ex now had a new life in it was killing me. Why wasn't he having to suffer when he was the one that had done wrong, it was tourture. I was still paying bills for that house, hundreds of pounds worth of water, gas, electric as I had been paying monthly and once the accounts are closed you owe the balance. Leaving mid winter when the biggest bills were in wasn't a smart move but of course we can never time these things!
I waited and waited and when I rang one day to find that the new deeds hadn't even been applied for yet I blew. I was withdrawing my offer, I was pulling out, I'd had enough but after a night of very little sleep I had a plan and I rang the estate agents first thing in the morning.
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