I'm so discouraged about selling my brother's house, as the offers, realtors and potential buyers are the definition of forked tongue speech. Transparently selfish and wishing to box me into a corner, they make promises, renege and have no follow through. I'm attempting to speak plainly, and receiving nothing back but lies and manipulations. I have a bad headache today, and no confidencee that this current offer will close, even though the house is going for a bargain and I've agreed to put money towards a new, unnecessary air conditioning system.
I know I've been straight and honest, and that's all the comfort I'm going to have. Now I'm up to the cabin where I hope to forget about the house and relax. So far, my realtor has managed to invade my vacation time in every instance. We'll see if she's better for the next two weeks.
I hope to be speaking with the trees and water and sky mainly. With a bit of socializing thrown in. No house talk or deals or offers. Ah.....
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