Knowing it could make me homeless and separate me from my longtime 19-year old cat, GD sat me down for a conversation about her plans to sell. I just walked in from a long workday. Nevermind I disclosed I am coping with mild oral angioedema . No, those things are not important. Nevermind the the first part is a matter of decency and the latter part is potentially fatal.
She actually sat for the conversation. In a chair. She, who rarely sits, preferring to stand barefoot indoors and outdoors, for hours, on hard surfaces including concrete and pavement... just after nearly being talked into foot surgery last week from foot strain.
She sat in a chair near me. This conversation was not the usual shouting (sigh) from room to room over her Internet or TV. This "conversation" must be important . OKeeee.
Well, she began. She owes X on the mortgage, is applying for a loan of X amount, and is going to sell the place for X. Why is she telling me all this? I am penniless and at her mercy. Reminds me of the times as a child when she asked me for advice on marriage and friendship!
I waited for the windup in her talk. Just maybe, my longtime, elderly cat and I might be included in the plans. She talked about what kind of dwelling, homes it might resemble, and how it has to be such and such. She said she would like to buy a home large enough to rent out one level (getting my hopes up). We discussed deadbolt doors and kitchenettes. I waited, still there was a possibility I could be factored into this. After all, I pay rent, do most of all the trouble shooting and manageable maintenance, provide supplies that aren't convenient for her to buy, provide security, and I do the housework. Windows and all.
It turns out that the vacant half acre behind her in the mall parking area has a bidder, so construction might start soon. Private planning meetings are happening. She doesn't need the money, but wants to sell her home before buyers realize they will have a new building going up adjacent to this lot behing a fence. That's kind of deceptive and in light of the deception, a little greedy. Like the time a realtor lied to me about potential flooding. I'm pretty sure imminent new construction would be outlined in the paperwork, though. The only way she could hide the pending construction is to do dual agency cahoots with the realtor. Not sure how she will swing that. I don't approve of dual agency realtors. No one can truly represent opposing sets of interest properly. Anyhow, no other realtor is going to fail to assess adjacent properties. But I kept my opinions quiet.
I don't see how anything I say could influence her not to sell. But giving my opinions definitely could influence her to dig her heels in to sell, and make her even more devious to potential buyers. So I refrained. Even if a buyer does not find out about new construction, she is very worked up because the current bidder wants to build a 40 foot high franchise hotel, and she is agonising about potential noise from ventilation units on roofs. She is hard of hearing. Yet, we are already near ventilation units from one business, and she does not hear them when other people do.
Alas, it turns out that unfortunately, her plans do not include me, although she conceded she might help the cat. She did mention that if her part of the new home ends up being a one bedroom it will not house me. I guess that means I pray she finds a home with a nice two or three bedroom basement. No one asked me, but I would love to live in a basement. Point is, she probably won't include me and told me to find another place.
As she discussed the numbers, and was excited about potential profit, I mentioned I remember how nice it feels to sell a good home for a good price. I had my day, too. But the comment was not acknowledged. After all, I am just a pauper and this is about her. No nice visit down memory lane to cheer me up a little. She didn't even give my pride that honor. Why, oh why, was she telling me all her fancy numbers and stuff. Like talking about her next steak dinner to a man with NO teeth. R.U.D.E.
At one point, I quickly reminded her of my station, and of my large upcoming bills, as well as how unprofitable last year was. I told her I am broke. She should know. She is the one eating out, paying for services and buying things, and going out for entertainment, not me. The quick reminder of my situation did not sensitize her. She was excited to share her privileged plans with me, regardless that it was rude.
She consulted with me about continuing to increase my work hours, conversation which was really deceptive, because she does a lot to sabotage me in that area. And the only support I get is occassional driving directions if I'm lost or reluctantly feeding the cat if I'm gone a long time.
And after that, she wanted to eat. She wanted to share her dinner of leftovers she admittedly overcooked, food which would give me angioedema. She knew I already battled angioedema for the last three hours, a fact that fell on deaf ears. "No thanks, I'm allergic. I already pulled out of traffic today due to angioedema." Of course she didn't ask if I have enough OTC. She just proceeded to inquire if I thought her dinner looked salvageable.
That was all. Telling me she wants to jeopardize my longtime elderly pet and make me potentially homeless within 6 months (or anything could happen) and then wanting to share company and share burned leftovers for dinner. No. Absolutely not!
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