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Yes, it is May 1 and yes it is snowing…
Well, things have calmed down. Dick hasn’t tried to call me for a few days and life is fairly normal. The house, however, is a mess and I can’t do anything about it until the 90 days have passed.
In some ways, it is kind of an adventure. Camping out in your own house has its own kind of charm, sort of.
Dick did try and clean out the construction account, but the mortgage broker thought something was fishy and called me. She told me that Dick had submitted a request for a draw, but my signature looked a little strange, so she decided to call me and make sure everything was ok. I told her what was going on and that I wasn’t aware of a draw being submitted so asked her to fax me a copy of it. The SOB had submitted a draw to completely empty out the construction account. Can you believe that anyone would be so brazenly dishonest?
I told her to just tell him that I had not authorized the draw and that he would have to contact my attorney. My phone rang a few minutes later and I let it go to voice mail. The message was a profanity laden diatribe accusing me of stealing his hard work and refusing to pay the sub contractors.
I couldn’t help myself, I had to call the jerk.
“I’ll make sure the subs get paid, they did their work. But I will rot in hell before I give you one more red cent of my hard earned money.”
He hung up on me. Thank God that sweet woman at the mortgage company was aware enough and kind enough to call me instead of just cutting him a check. There was no way he was going to pay any of the subcontractors with that money. He would have just kept it and the only way I could have gotten it back would be to sue him.
To be continued….
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Well the good thing is that I don’t have to deal with Dick anymore. The bad thing is that I have to pay my attorney to deal with Dick.
Waiting for 90 days seems like an eternity, but a month has passed already, the house is liveable (barely) and warm and if it means I get this guy out of my life, it will be worth it.
The hard part is that I can ‘t work on the house until the ninety days are up and I am so anxious to hire someone else and get it done.
One of my neighbors is a contractor and he has introduced me to a nice gentleman who is willing to take this mess on a little at a time which will be perfect because I want to enjoy every minute of finishing this place and take my time picking out the floors, new countertops, garage doors, siding, etc. etc. It will be fun! Exciting! Creative!
Right now the plan is to hunker down and wait and try to be patient. It’ll be difficult, but I can do it. I’ve come this far after all.
to be continued….
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After I talked to my attorney, I went to a gun store. A young man asked me what he could do for me.
“I am afraid of my contractor and if he shows up to “talk” to me, I want to be ready to shoot him if I have to. I am sick of hotels and don’t want to stay in one anymore. I want to live in my own home.”
I think I rambled on for a few more minutes, muttering to myself like the crazy person I was.
He laughed and called over an older guy in the store, who also laughed. I was afraid they weren’t going to sell me a gun, but then the older man said, “We’ll fix you up, little sister, just come with me. I followed him down to the basement where there was a full blown gun range, the kind you see on cop shows. The younger guy followed us with about five pistols. He loaded one up and handed it to me with a pair of ear plugs. I shot two rounds through each of the guns. The older guy said, “Which one feels the most comfortable in your hand?” I pointed to one of the pistols and they both got huge grins on their faces.
“I knew you wouldn’t pick a girly gun,” the older guy said, putting his arm around me and smiling. We went back upstairs and a little paperwork and a swipe of my credit card and I walked out of there with big nasty looking handgun and two boxes of shells. I walked out of the store, got in my truck, and started shaking. Who was I kidding? I could never shoot a gun at anyone, even Dick.
I called a friend and asked him if he would help me install locks. He agreed and we met at Home Depot and bought a half dozen dead bolt locksets. It took a few hours to install them, but when he left I had this absolutely amazing feeling of accomplishment. This was MY house, not his and he couldn’t get in anymore and leave all the windows and doors open or threaten me. I could sleep soundly knowing he was locked out. I put the handgun up on a tall shelf in the storage room and the bullets in a box in another room and forgot about it.
The next morning at work, my cell phone rang showing Dick’s number on the caller id. I let it go to voicemail. A few minutes later, the receptionist came in, “Dick’s on line 2.”
I told her to just send him to my voicemail and to do the same thing every time he called. Later in the morning, he showed up at the front desk, the receptionist told him I was in a meeting.
When I told my attorney, he had showed up at the office he called Dick and told him that if he didn’t stay away from me we’d seek a restraining order.
It was on…
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