#ML is harassing me via text as i write this

[girlsbathroom]

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got some hot goss for you. however, it is all >1 week old, so it's cooling off now. you don't know that though and future me probably has a fuzzy memory, so... I travelled back to Ottawa for 4 days last week. It was a fun, sexy, and secret little getaway to see my new lad and potentially also friends.

I was in town for less than 4 hours, when DS and I ran into my mother at a parking lot. Yes, I wanted to die. Yes, the first thing I said was "please don't tell dad". Yes, it is real fucking awkward running into your conservative, catholic mother, while on a secret trip with your secret boyfriend. It is especially awkward when, as far as she knows, you are supposed to be working a night shift in another country, in a city which is further than 5 hours by plane. yes, yes, yes. Otherwise, I'd say that the interaction went well. She agreed to keep it secret (girl code?!), and because she was pressed for time, she could not linger to say anything more than a quick 'nice to meet you'.

I had small hope I could keep the trip a secret from everyone else (delusion!), but for some reason, TK decided to check his Find My Friends app at the most inconvenient time ever. He saw that I was at the airport and told DK and my father, who were right beside him at the gym. So, around the same time that I ran into my mother, I was receiving multiple texts from all of the men in my family, asking me "how are you doing?", "any plans this weekend?", "How's Seattle", "what's new?", "Let's arrange a facetime!". nosey bitches. I love them.

So, I came clean. Everyone now knows. A small burden was lifted from my chest and replaced with a sense of relief (wait until you move back home baby). DS and my friends had a good laugh. Mom and Dad respected my request for some privacy amidst my mortification. And TK requested a quick catch-up-coffee. and I realized he was unwell. (wow, minor heartbreaking plot twist). In the end, it was a great weekend, and I was happy I went, but it was a little bittersweet to leave.

I haven't been journaling as much as I would like. In my sad defense, not a ton has been going on to journal about, but I think there is another reason (she knows that there is another reason!). don't get me wrong, this is the best thing to have to complain about (and I don't like using the word complain), but DS is notably more extroverted than I am. I also think that the distance is more uncomfortable for him, than me. Initially, I had thought that he wanted to chat/video call this often, because he was worried that I was lonely and sad in a foreign city (making Seattle sound a lil' more romantic yeah?), but now I suspect it is because of his own internal factors (I'm not going to spell it out for you). I've tried to gently tease some of these topics out of him, during little convos here and there, but I do worry I am not best equipped to comfort him in a way that would have a lasting impact (Dw, I am not trying to make his emotional health and insecurity my responsibility or whatever you're worried about) (I am also currently deal w/ family stuff, so maybe I am just spread a little thin right now).

But as a result, I find that the little emotional energy which I typically reserve for reflection in these diary entries, has been depleted. I know it won't always be like this though.

I look forward to working day shift again.

[crones-trash]

My husband's oldest daughter T has so far refused to sign the Listing Agreement w/ the Realtor. Instead, she was harassing the realtor, demanding to see his Market Comparisons, & insisting the price should be higher like she knows a damned thing about this market or any other. She has never bought or sold a house & yet believes she knows more than we do.

The younger two S & B dragged their feet, claiming they hadn't checked their emails, didn't get the form then couldn't get the form to accept their signatures or whatever. Friday, I finally got thru to B via phone & begged her to please sign the damned form & make her younger brother S sign it, too. She told me T was having a lawyer consultation on Monday & that's why she was ignoring my voicemails & refused to speak w/ me. WTF? But S & B signed the forms Friday night.

I berated T via text messages until she replied that I should only communicate w/ her via emails. Fine.

I sent all three an email w/ an attached PDF of my Letters of Administration from the Clerk of Court. This document is insanely simple. It states, "The fiduciary is fully authorized by the laws of NC to receive and administer all the assets belonging to the estate, and these Letters are issued in attest to that authority and to certify that it is now in full force and effect."

Previously, I had given one of my Letters to the realtor. Yesterday when I realized T was gonna screw me anyway she could, I asked him to read it & allow the possibility that we don't need the signatures of his children to proceed to sell the property. He referred the question to the owner of his realty firm who agreed w/ me!

So last night the realtor uploaded the listing to MLS. Today he's coming by w/ a curb sign & tomorrow morning he's bringing potential buyers to see the house. YAY!

In my email to the children, I didn't tell them we are proceeding w/o their signatures. I did tell them their signatures would not be required to accept a solid offer but I would inform them. They would get 30 days notice of the date of the Closing & are required to attend virtually to acknowledge their shares in the profits. Those profits will be held in escrow by the Closing Attorney until the end of the Estate's Creditor Notice on 19 October. Then finally, after deducting their fees, the lawyer would disperse the funds & the Estate would be closed.

T is meeting virtually with unknown lawyers on Monday morning to see how she can claim power over this process. I expect them to tell her she has none.

HOLY SHIT!

While I was writing this post, the realtor informed me he has already gotten a hard cash offer for the full asking price sight unseen! It seems the buyer has been looking for a property just like mine & doesn't want to risk losing it! I'm in a state of shock!

Later, I'll explain why T is such a whiny bitch.