It isn’t a spectacular house, but, allegedly, I own it. I paid for it on October 4. I signed the papers, expressed them to the escrow company, and did everything I needed to do in good faith. I paid for the inspections. I was required to pay part of the closing costs, which wasn’t right. I have been honest, and have done what is required.
But – around noon on October 6, the day we were to close, I get a call from the escrow company telling me the seller’s attorney, who had been on vacation for the previous week,and basically unresponsive, could not come to an agreement with the blood-sucking attorney for the blood-sucking collection agency who had put a $32,000 lien on the house in 2015. Apparently,they felt they owned the house. The seller does not think they do. Their blood-sucking lawyers need another week to negotiate.
That was on October 6. I’ve been told they should be able to come to an agreement by November 16. So far, they have lied, procrastinated, and refused to respond to me. They won’t respond to the escrow company. I’ve been required to spend several thousand dollars on this fiasco. I’m going to be required to spend an additional five thousand or so – money I don’t have – when I finally am able to get my things out of storage – so far five units.
I have no rights.
The seller’s realtor says they are NOT going to pay me for my out of pocket.
No one appears to give a damn except for my realtor.
I must be out of my parents’ home by December 1.
I can’t afford a rental with my cats.
I can’t afford to board 9 cats and a dog.
I can’t paint while I live in the house.
I now can’t afford the new room I was adding.
The seller’s attorney and the attorney for the blood-sucking collection agency don’t even care if they settle. I’m stuck in the middle. You now know where I’ve been these past ten days.