This property sale is freaking me out in multiple ways, not just financial. It’s the final separation from Peter – a relief but also a big change, which does include stress.
I won’t be “right” until the check clears.
We’ve been involuntarily and miserably connected for too long. I’ve been ready to be “done” for years. It exploded last December when Ron and I laid down an ultimatum. I’m tired of worrying about two properties, living off other people’s money and being penalized because social service agencies treat us like rich landlords instead of fixed income retirees.
I’m angry that no one has said to Ron and me “It’s a great thing you’ve done for your family.” Parents who have paid for college tuition must feel the same way: it’s your job so you don’t need thanks.
Ron told me the other day that he wanted to move here so he could help me and the family. He has. He may not be the most “woke” person in the world, but he’s further along than anyone else about whom I know well enough to form an opinion.
It was cold yesterday and even colder today, which is making me cross. My right hip has been bothering me so I’m hesitant to ‘walk it off’.