Week Fifty One - A Day in The Life - A Change In Weather
Two days ago we got a letter from the bank telling us our house will be foreclosed and we need to move out!
After the initial discussion with Paul about letting our house go because it was underwater, I had continued to make the mortgage payments for a couple of months, then stopped them because alone I couldn’t continue to make them. This was the time when Paul was living with his friend, and I thought he would never come back to live with me again.
To be honest, with everything else that had been going on with us, the house was the last thing on my mind. I had forgotten about it and Paul and I never had a conversation about what to do about it, once he moved back in.
So, here it is: we have to pack everything and find another place to live NOW! I was planning to have a garden party in our backyard to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. I even had a list of people prepared of who I wanted to invite and even a menu ready… but now we may not even be in the house by our anniversary.
It may sound like I am complaining a lot, but it feels like we are still recovering from a major blow when another one comes our way. I know that we created this problem ourselves. We stopped paying the mortgage: what did I expect? That the bank would let us live her rent-free indefinitively? It ‘s one of those things one knows but somehow pushed out of mind hoping it would go away by itself… My parents don’t know we stopped paying the mortgage. Now I may have to listen to my dad lecturing me about the importance of being accountable and responsible, etc. etc. What a mess!
Paul suggested we could temporarily move in with his mother to save some money and give ourselves time to decide where we want to live. I said ABSOLUTELY NOT! I would rather move into a shack than being with his mother even for a day. I told him he doesn’t have to bother about finding a place for us. I will do it. This coming week I will take half a day off from work and will drive to some apartment complexes not far from here that look well kept and attractive and see what they have to offer. After all, there are many people in our same conditions. Half of our neighborhood is empty already, because their occupants were in the same situation as ours. Paul is ok with my decision. I am sure deep down he is relieved I don’t want to live with his other. I don’t think he would have liked that option either.
I am worried Paul’s drinking has been more than usual lately. He had reduced it drastically immediately after his father’s death and while his mother was staying with us. Perhaps he didn’t want her to know how much he drinks. But now his drinking has been creeping up again, slowly but incrementally. I am afraid to bring it up because it could cause another explosion, and right now we have enough to deal with. I’ll wait and see… and watch it.