Why does it feel like I'm trapped in this tiny house? Am I too picky? Am I too cheap? Why Why Why??
The one thing that I miss about having faith, is having faith! I used to believe that everything works out for a better good. I don't believe that now. I do believe that everything changes, for either the better or the worse, so now I'm scared that for a change, something even worse will happen than me not getting my way! Grr.
It's no secret we have been looking for a house. FOR EVER!! DH and I have such different tastes that it really is difficult even looking for a house to buy that will fit us on all levels. So, that is obstacle number one.
Then, we have been negotiating on a house that we both felt we could live with. After 2 weeks, we have decided to throw in the towel. Obstacle number two.
Throughout this process, I found two amazing houses to rent to give us the space we need in the interim, until we find something that we want to buy. DH was not on board with this plan. I stewed and steamed. One of the houses rented and I drove by while they were moving in, to put salt in the wound. Friday DH finally saw that this was a very reasonable option and told me to call on house number 2.
OF COURSE, it was rented THAT MORNING. Too freaking little, too freaking late.
I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm frustrated on many levels, including my inability to lose the belly fat
from 9 months ago! I don't know what to do with all of this besides stand in the shower and scream it out. No, I'm not angry. I'm pissed.