I might be okay.
I just told my husband that I will NOT be going to Easter dinner at his parents’ house. I will not be around his father this weekend, or I might have to kill him.
Yes, it’s another chapter in the continuing saga of the father-in-law.
I just spoke with our insurance agent who we’re getting homeowner’s insurance through on our new home (we close on Tuesday) because my husband just called and said his dad can’t get ahold of the inspector to set up our homeowner’s inspection. Well, I called the agent to give them another number for my FIL, and she said “I don’t know if you know this, but your realtor called my inspector and screamed and CUSSED at her on the voicemail.”
What…
the…
FUCK?
He couldn’t get ahold of her. He couldn’t get HOLD OF HER BECAUSE SHE WAS DOING A GODDAMN INSPECTION! THEY DON’T ANSWER THEIR PHONES THEN! So that’s why you scream and fucking CUSS at her, you henfucking son of a bitch?
Yes, we need to get in there TODAY - the owners are being difficult. But that’s NOT the inspector’s fault, and it’s NOT ours. I’ve been trying to set up HOMEOWNERS’ FOR TWO WEEKS under the impression that we were closing on the THIRTY-FIRST. We didn’t KNOW that the fucking closing would be moved up - no one told us until last night! So don’t fucking call OUR inspector and scream at her for something that’s out of HER CONTROL.
And let’s add in the part about him trying to dictate when we move when my family will be here to help us next weekend. We’ve already hired the movers for that, so we win that round!
I apologized to my agent about ten times - I am SO embarrassed. And no way in HELL will I go over there for Easter. Not if he’s going to be there.
I wish it wasn’t too late to fire him.
Yeah, and let me Pit myself for assuming that he would tell us the things we needed to do as first-time homeowners. I don’t know, give us a fucking LIST or something? Good thing I know how to do research on the internet.
This has been a complete fucking nightmare.
E.
