My heart aches with the bitter sweet of short selling my home.  Each day I loved watching the sun rise over a cup of coffee and saying a prayer to thank God for blessing me with health, family and a job I enjoyed.  These days, as the sun rises so do the tears in my eyes as I look through the windows I used to be thankful for and now see them as bitter reminders that all I dreamt of has failed. 

Short selling has been a roller coaster.  I’m convinced the banks move slowly not just because they are busy, but because they are pushing to see how far till you break and if money will appear from some unknown person to rescue you.  Why is this so difficult? There are people with two incomes far above the average that are shedding their investment homes faster than you can blink.  I have no income, or any other money to speak of, and have a cash buyer for my house and the principal bank continuously sends back duplicate requests and new forms – with the same old questions.

I am anxious to move on with my life and break away from what feels like a living nightmare.  The reality is – where am I going?

So, now in my prayers I am grateful there is a roof over my head for the time being. I look forward to the day that the sales does close and I can shed the heartache and hopefully find the motivation I used to have in abundance.

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