I just want to vent this in a rant. So here goes.
My wife and I had been looking to buy about 5 acres for some years. We had almost enough saved when COVID hit, so we no longer had enough. Prices/Interest Rates up, unsafe to even look, inflation, etc.
So this sounds like a good thing and it is ... her boss gave us a 5 acre parcel of his 65 acre land. He wasn't using it and we are right by the entrance, so win-win. But then he took over getting it ready because he knows people. My wife had to manage it all from her work. I tried to help but couldn't really because her boss had all the information.
So we had to move our single wide. It was supposed to take 3-4 days, so I agreed to stay with her mom. Her mom is extremely hostile, my wife was surprised how bad she was. And instead of 3-4 days, it was a month. I melted down in the 3-1/2 week and left for that remainder.
Moved in early January. But the thing has to be 6' in the ground due to flood zone. And we had no stairs really, so I had to take these rickety ones that weren't good to begin with and balance them on concrete blocks which made up the bottom stairs. My dog fell off twice, and I busted myself up on them once. It took almost 3 weeks to get our front porch built, after a month of not being able to build it yet due to soggy ground.
Finally it is done but that is when my wife's friend (an ex of hers) comes into town. So now she's so excited about him, and we have an open relationship so I don't care if there is physical intimacy, but I need support and she's with him all week. Enter another meltdown.
So now we are getting the rest of our furniture finally tonight (barring delays) and my wife and I are on the rocks.
Joy.
On the other hand, I somehow cling to the faintest amount of optimism. And that's not too bad.
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