At the end of May, the woman my boys have decided is The Bad Lady said that she would be here at the beginning of June. I told her that it was not a good time for us. She said she had already put in the vacation, and that she couldn’t change it.
While here, she dropped in one day to look at the shed. She wanted it unlocked, in case we didn’t want to be bothered. We unlocked it, she knocked on the door. She introduced herself enthusiastically, as though I was supposed to be thrilled that she graced me with her presence. She began asking about the title, and I couldn’t bite my tongue when she called my husband’s stepdad his dad. “Your dad, I mean, Cy’s dad…” I said “STEPdad, since this is your family it seems like you would be able to keep it straight.” My husband’s dad was her cousin, and died in 2006.
She informed me that she would be here at 10am the next morning to look at the inside of the home. Again, she skipped even trying to figure out when would be a good time for us. We had an appointment for when she said she was going to be here, so I told her I would leave it unlocked. She had told me that it would just be her and her measuring guy, but she brought her husband and sister as well. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t know, and didn’t realize that we have a security camera. It was maddening watching them look through the stuff on the porch that we have set to go to the dump. It was hilarious how they were seemingly upset that we had locked the shed back.
The next day while at the doctor’s office for the boys she contacted me to let me know she had made an appointment at a lawyer’s office to sign the title over. Again, not asking if we would even be able to do it, just dictating when it would happen. She told me the lawyer’s office was in the courthouse, I corrected her and told her it was in the old bank. She chuckled and said I would know better than she does, and I was like, “Yeah, I’m the one who lives here.”
We met at the lawyer’s office the next morning. Her husband sees us and yells, “GOOD DAY!” How crazy are these people? “We’re forcing you to give up your home, we’re forcing you to dance to our tune at our whim this week, you’re here to literally sign away your home when you don’t want to, GOOD DAY!” All I could do was stare at him. We sat as far away from them as we could, pandemic not even a consideration. We had an appointment, supposedly, but the lawyer wasn’t coming down to notarize anything. She pointed out that the title needed to be signed correctly or it would cause a lot of trouble. She insisted that it wasn’t supposed to be filled out on the back, when the back clearly said “Transfer by Owner.” When she tried to get us to sign it without the lawyer coming down, I insisted we were there for a notary and that signing without the notary present wasn’t legal. “The secretary just has to witness it.” The secretary ended up calling up to the guy and telling him that I wasn’t happy with her observing it. He came down, flipped it over, and had us sign the back. Like she knew we wouldn’t be doing. I took satisfaction in being right, but am still irked that the guy didn’t ask for any form of identification. Literally anyone could have taken that in and pretended to be us. It isn’t like he knew us at all.
A couple of days ago she sent a text to Cy, even though she’s been told to deal with me. She wanted to know if there were any updates. I sent her a text and confirmed we have until October 1. She said yes, she just wanted to know if it would be sooner. I lost it and bitched her out a bit. Back the fuck off, bitch. I told you that I would let you know when we had a move date. Things aren’t going smoothly, stop pressuring us and fuck off.