"Things happen for a reason."
I'm past the point of puking each and every time I hear this...I'm right about on the verge of decking the next happy hippyish fuck who whispers this into my ears. Yes, yes, yes. I believe it, I honestly do, but hearing it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...well, it's kinda like me doing that. It's annoying as shit. And then something happens and I have to nod my head, looking back in time with knowledge that only hindsight can bring, and I say to myself, "You know, things really do happen for a goddamned reason."
When we were first looking at The House, we were immediately in love. Lust was more the word to describe it, again hindsight is 20/20, but oh if we didn't get just this one we were going to keel over and die. It was just too perfect. A "happy little family with the white picket fence in the burbs" sorta perfect. We wanted it right then, right NOW. So we met up with the seller's Realtor and said we would bleed gold to make this house our own. Our first clue should have been when she showed up at our house with her "associate" (her husband) who proceeded to plop down on our couch and kick up his feet on our living room table while watching our Giants game. Hmm, unprofessional much?
If that didn't set off the radar perhaps it would have been her "loan associate" (read the guy who actually works for her, she's a broker) who would only call us at 10PM since he "worked from his home office on the side". Hmm, any flashing CAUTION yet? Nope, naivety at its finest.
That whole thing fell through leaving us crushed, yes we broke the "don't get your heart set on any one house" golden rule of realty, and we succumbed to the realization that we would never ever ever in our poor wittle wives ever be able to afford anything. We were going to rent until we were old and gray and DEAD. That was all there was to it because we lost our house.
And then things changed thanks to a generous offer and we were back into the running with THE house, only this time we had our own separate Realtor...someone who had a real office with a loan guy downstairs who himself had a real office and worked at real daytime hours. We were made aware that THE house still no offers, the asking price was now 20 grand less, and the buyers were now out of the state and even more needing to sell. Golden it was, GOLDEN. We looked at other houses but none were as good as THE one. We made our offer (minus a bunch back to cover closing costs but this house has been on the market forever with no other bids so we figure it's good to go).
We then got a call from the sellers Realtor, our old Realtor, who informed our new chick that, "Oh, well I see you faxed me an offer from Mr. and Mrs. Coastalmama but you see I used to deal with them and this house just isn't for them." Our girl assured her that things had changed and our offer stood. "Awesome!!!" sellers chick said and left it at that. We were promised an answer by that night. No answer came.
The next day we were called and told that the house was as good as sold the only thing that was changing in their counter offer was that they wanted a 10 day escrow. Sweet, good deal for us, our lease ends at the end of the month anyhow and we wanted that but didn't want to be greedy. Send the offer over and we'll sign it on the spot. Consider it sold people. And we were promised the fax that day. And no fax came.
So today comes and we are pissed, frustrated, annoyed, tired, nervous, sad, excited, and anxious. And we get a call that the fax has come through and yay! and great! and hurry and let's review this and sign it before they change their minds! And then our Realtor says hold up...she reads the fine print...they are asking OVER their original asking price so that when they credit us back it comes in at our original offer. ORIGINAL, not minus the 15 grand we were wanting back. Never was this mentioned AT ALL, it was only to be the 10 days. Oh and they want us to pay whatever the pest inspection calls for over $1500, but they will supply the report with no problem. Yeah. Right. The warning signs aren't dimmed any longer people.
No wonder this house has been on the market for 6 months. These people are shady. Serious shadiness. And D and I are SO glad we have our own awesome, top notch chick watching our back or in all our excitement to get THE house we would have probably offered up our John Hancocks and been jumping for joy while handing over our demise.
See, things really do happen for a goddamned reason.