Things kept dragging on to the point I just crept further into an anxiety-filled depression.
October 1 was our deadline, and it came and went without us being able to move. Eventually things got very, very nasty with The Bad Lady, who at first had been saying she was not going to evict us, then switched her tune to trying to threaten us and acting like she had already begun the process. It got so bad I contacted a lawyer, who assured me that she couldn’t legally follow through on her threats. If she had begun the eviction process, we would have been notified.
We were finally able to move into our home the week of Thanksgiving. When you get a mobile home, there’s a lot of setup, and a lot of repairs. It still isn’t finished! It’s livable though, and that’s what counts. Even with the issues we’re having with this home, we’re so much better off and healthier here. The old home was full of mold. Apparently walls were rotted through to the vinyl as well, and we had no idea. The roof needed a lot of repair. We had rodents, as I had canceled Orkin thinking we would move sooner than we did. We’ve lived here a month and a half, and she still hasn’t moved into our old home.
As stressful and upsetting as everything was, I’m glad we have moved. We’re all healthier and happier. That doesn’t mean I can ever get over the shit that brought us here.