Hubby and I are furious. I just got off the phone with our agent, and besides fuming, I'm trying to not throw things around while baking for Hubby's b-day tomorrow. And trying to stop this major panic attack, which I'm prone to having while under severe stress. I told our agent in no uncertain terms that Charles, the seller's agent, WILL get off his lazy, er, butt and get the sellers to sign the contract and get it to our agent no later than 9 a.m. tomorrow, or heads will roll.
Charles and the sellers misrepresented themselves by placing the house on the market for sale, and again when they sent us a copy of the seller's bank's approval letter that agreed to our deal. If they didn't intend to sell us the house, then they should never have gone through with this.
All we wanted to do was get a little piece of property so we can moving on with this next phase of our lives, plant our perennials (nut and fruit trees and bushes, etc.), get our critters going, and start relaxing into a simple life. A plain life with plenty of fresh air and sunshine, homegrown produce and homemade delicious dishes. Reduced stress could equal my many health issues reducing or possibly eliminating.
Can you get an inkling of how completely furious I am? We are?