Last month I started a post about how my Mom received an offer on her house.
After being on the market for almost a year, she finally got an offer, but the offer fell through because the inspection failed and the buyer wasn’t interested in getting the minor issues fixed before buying it.
That’s when I stepped up and offered to buy her house.
After some discussions with Ted, it was agreed I would buy the house and my Mom and I would move back in next month and Ted will move out.
We’ve been renting a place down the street while waiting for it to sell.
I’m in the final stages of the purchase – the new deed and title are being drawn up and we’re a couple weeks away from taking full possession.
When I started the post last month, I think I jinxed it because the offer fell through while I was doing the post.
I’ve always got this underlying fear that things aren’t going to work out, even though there’s no indication this sale won’t go through.
I was excited to tell the kids because it symbolizes stability and shows I’ve fully recovered from the brutal divorce where I lost everything – including them.
Here’s what I texted my kiddos. They didn’t respond but I didn’t expect them to.
