So….to follow up ……
I know everyone wants to know the story of when I finally met face to face with SISSY. The first two meetings I missed. I stayed away and hid purposefully…plus don’t forget feed back from the Real Estate Agents revealed that I had made potential clients feeling like trespassers going through my treasures. So in all honesty, I probably would have risked sabotaging the sale had I stayed around…(sometimes I am smart). Goober Gary had scheduled a third meeting for SISSY to take a look at the other stuff that we had for sale. ( A pre sale to our sacrificial sale which I sold and bought back my soul per say…wink,wink) He thought it would be a cordial courtesy for her.
SISSY arrived with a single pal passe and honest to you…I wasn’t really quite sure if she really just came to show her friend her pad. She really did not seem very interested in any of the items that we had for sale. As you learned selling is not my forte… and I had listed all of our worldly ( oh all right…. financed) possessions on the word processor. I gave a hard copy to SISSY for review. I carefully had calculated everything we could sell. I proceeded to give her a commando type tour. Prefacing everything with ( although I am not so sure…if it was for her or me…) that we were firm on our price…stating we could take everything with us to the TLC house. Even blunderingly ( is that even a word) boasting…how beautiful and big …our new space was. I think I also caught myself smirking and standing with my hands on hips sending the stinky eye. Her gal pal…kept shaking her head in agreement with me…but most definitely thinking to herself…. “You want way too much money for this stuff..lady…SISSY is not buying anything…” ”Why would she want it anyway?..SHE can get her own stuff!” “REMEBER WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH HERE…SHE is a SISSY!” (Sorry I got swept in the moment …and forgot)
During the tour…… I awkwardly had come to learn that Mr. Meyer had decided to throw in my downstairs BOSES to SISSY as a bonus. I confirmed with SISSY ( a promise was a promise and I would honor his great gift and humongous heart) (And you wonder why we never have any money… either he or I are always given everything away)…I did though shoot the stinky eye to Generous Gary and he in fact did hang his head. For sure to SISSY, we looked like we had communication concerns in our marriage. ( and to think that I was bragging on about how well we were doing with communicating…….) This maddening mishap didn’t stop there… because of course I was taken off guard…and I know how Gary is…… …. “Lis… we have to buy this now… and this… because we gave it away…” or “Kayla broke her…”or “Cobey needs a new….etc…”
As a result of my dumb discovery….. I ranted and raved HAGGLED HOUSEWIFE STYLE that I was the “naughty” one and he was the “nice” one. I looked and acted like a full fledged MUT (Mean UGLY troll)….You know the type that I hate…that I faced in the CONDO fiasco. “What is the big idea giving away good stuff….” I shouted. “We need all this stuff… ” I growled and scowled…(troll type)
SISSY and I sized each other up and I know neither one was really comfortable…since she had previously purchased all our patio furniture…and Mr. Meyer had thrown in so many more added items…a stereo..TV…speakers..ping pong table…I think she thought I was going to begin to take everything back…. because of my bonus BOSES bone. In the end SISSY only bought two bookcases and mini refrigerator…Honest to you those items weren’t even on my official typed list…( go figure) TOTAL: $55.00
I don’t really know how I feel about the meeting…… during it I didn’t tell her that I wrote a book about the Recession and the house…. and that I blogged my journey for my four faithful fans ( every week)…( I am not so sure she would have been so impressed with that) (Honest to you …you she probably would have thought the idea was poo and that I am just a spoiled stuffigan shrew) (which is probably not to far from the facts)
I thought in the end I would feel something more…. that I would leave her a note or a book or something but sad to say a semi-clean house and all of Goober Gary’s free promised stuff is probably all I can manage to muster….( and truthfully that is all I really feel I should leave behind….)
This story really must be about something else…
I rationalize with myself and I realize this part of the story to me is still about loss and as I write this I have learned that loss really still scares the s— out of me. That is probably why I acted that way during the meeting. (also because of my stuffigan ways)
Losing something is hard, baseball games, money in a casino and contact lenses, all things you don’t want to lose. You can lose your license, your salvation and your library book. You can lose your hair, opportunity and your wits about yourself. You can lose yourself or loved ones to death, illness, addiction or incarceration. You can lose your ability, your passion and your focus. You can lose your voice, your cookies ( yeah…I am talking about throw up), your electricity, your health and your health care coverage. You can lose your dignity, your grace and your self respect. You can lose you innocence, your identity, your self worth, your phone and the one I practically famous for ….(no not my house.) .. …but myself…. my self worth.. .my sense of humor… my honesty…my sadness.. my strength….my sarcasm….. and my much needed resiliency….
The truth is even though I sold my house due to the Recession and the not so GUS decisions that I made through out my GROWN UP life…. …I still feel like I lost my house, myself and me…. throughout the process…. I know all are empathic to loss….because a big part of life is about loss… and everyone loses something sometime…
Loss is powerful and painful and although not purposefully …. is unavoidable…recovery from loss is heart-wrenching, heartbreaking, sad, slow…but eventually attainable…although inevitable people change because of their life losses. (sometimes for the better and sometimes people stay stuck for very long time) (Look at me going on and on for the past two years…like a broken record)
I know meeting SISSY ( and I am sure the same goes for her) doesn’t top my ten most monumental moments in my life. (oh and by the way… I know I also lost some dignity, self respect and grace during the meeting as well…but I did …do it ) and it is behind me and puts me one step closer to the “literal” and “figurative” actual closing which I will be facing in two weeks.
I finally do think in fact her part of the story is done. The Haggled Housewife Life story is not about who bought the house…it is definitely about who sold the house…………
You are not the MUT of Poomont!!! You are talking about your STUFF. It’a amzing how people can haggle to get other peoples stuff. If you remeber the people that came to our sale and we literally gave it to them and in the end they dumped their trash in front of our house- RUDE people! You are a powerful lady and you are not use to getting a response to it. You are use to the kind response NOT the killer response. Sounds like Sissy thought she did you a favor by coming by. Mr. Gary is toooo sweet and kind! Hang in there it is almost over- only 2 weeks to go. Can’t wait for Princess Alyak to get here.
I know …I know I like that kind not killer…. very good my friend … it will be added to the Haggled Housewife Book of wisdom words….keep me going my friend …keep me going…..