Where the Walls are Soft…

Birds on a Wire
Taken March 15, 2009 with Canon PowerShot A550

I will
find
him, though…
I know
what barstool
he sits on.In the movie, “Blow”, George’s dad tells him that money isn’t real. “It doesn’t matter, Georgie…”

My dad would have disagreed with that one. I sure as hell disagree with that one.

I am about to embark on a legal battle of epic proportions.

Well… Epic for me. The Sire has gone “nutser”, if that’s at all possible.

After years of threatening to abandon the house that he demanded to keep when we split seven years ago (and I gladly agreed; I didn’t want to be saddled with it.), he may very well be in the process of doing just that: up and running away, in hopes that both the bank and I will just say, “Meh. Let him go.”

I am not inclined to let him go. At this point, I’m considering printing
up professional announcements to hand out to people when they ask:

That still doesn’t change the house situation, though.

This should not be affecting me. I have a very legalish sheaf of very legalish-sized paper that says I don’t own that house. If he were to sell it, I could not demand a cent from the sale.

But (Ain’t there just always a “but”?!).

Six years ago, The Sire was supposed to refinance the mortgage in his own name. He did not.

Every now and again over the years, I have “reminded” him of his legal obligations. He has always promised to “get right on that”. And then did not.

There are a couple of “should haves” that I “should have” taken care of between now and then…

I should have legally forced him to refinance the place the first time he kakked on doing so.

Better yet, I should have told him to kiss my ass when he demanded the house, and forced a sale. I gave him my half of that house. How stupid is that?!

Life got in the way, though, and I have a tendency to take the easy way out. Sometimes, it feels like more of a relief to just say “Screw it,” and be glad to be shut of certain people, rather than turn into the nasty ex-whatever-I-was and take what could have been rightfully mine. In this case, half of whatever that house might have brought in once the mortgage was paid off, assuming it brought in anything at all.

Now? It couldn’t be sold for what’s left owing, I’m very certain.

The truth is, now, the place should be condemned.

I spoke to him yesterday, and he told me he’s not abandoning the house, and a half hour later, he told my daughter to get all of her stuff out – now – because he’s walking away from it all. He has some impression that he can just up and leave the place, and call it done.

And my name is still on that mortgage.

The bank tells me I am legally responsible for half the mortgage left owing, never mind my legalish sheaf of paper. Yet (and this is insane), in the same breath, the same bank tells me I don’t have a legal right to know what’s left owing on the mortgage, because my legalish sheaf of paper gives me no rights to the house.

That particular bright bunny argument, I will win with the next phone call. I had that argument with them a while back and won it with a few choice words.

In truth, however, if The Sire walks away, the bank will come after me for the whole amount owing. They are not going to piss around going after him, if he pulls a disappearing act.

I will find him, though…

I know what barstool he sits on.

And since I’m going to finally start playing hardball, I’m going to pitch a few more at his head and go after him for all the other “little” things he hasn’t done, that have caused myself and our daughter unnecessary hardship.

And this is where it really gets dicey…

My daughter may turn her back on me. I don’t know that for certain, but she does have a tendency to jump to The Sire’s defense when I’m the one complaining about the shit that he pulls.

Admittedly, she’s older now, and when I finally sat her down and told her what his little disappearing act could do to us, it was my back she had. I don’t know if she’ll still feel that way when it all starts to go down, though.

Which is the biggest of the reasons why I haven’t done what I should have done a long time ago.

But (Again with the “but”! Apparently, I have a but fetish.).

I’m going to take that chance, real or imaginary. I’m not going to live like this any longer. I have plans, dammit, and those plans do not include bankruptcy over a house that I no longer own, don’t want, and won’t shoulder.

“Money isn’t real.” Let’s find out, finally, shall we?

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Yours Truly Confused” – Ray Davies

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