Well, it appears we have resurrected the original deal with the original asshole. And, yes, he is still an asshole until I deem otherwise. My agent, who is a kind, wine-drinking Christian soul said, “Perhaps he’s a nice person, but a really bad negotiator?”
I’m not there yet. I have 20 more days to sweat this and until all papers are signed and all ink is VERY dry on said papers, he is an asshole.
But I have mostly sold my house and mostly bought the other one. So, there.
This fiasco started because he was greedy. Even his agent said so therefore it must be true. His greed almost cost him a lovely house and me a lovely home that I have already decorated in my mind notthatthereisanythingwrongwiththat.
Ever since this deal went sideways and we had to put the house back on the market, more people have been driving the neighborhood and stopping for a flyer from the Take One box on our For Sale sign. Several have stood in front of my house, holding the flyer and dialing the phone, obviously wanting information on my awesome Little Red house right this very minute.
And I find myself seething a bit thinking that if we had let this asshole deal go…what if we could have scored more money for the house?
And, just so we’re clear, there is little I hate more in business than leaving money on the table. So the recovering salesperson in me is going batshit nuts thinking this is what we’ve done.
Husband assures me we would NOT get anymore money out of another buyer and I should just be happy. After hours of considering this and two glasses of wine I’ve decided to believe him. ‘Cause IF (and, well, you know) IF I was wrong, I might have lost this: