the plan was to have my wife handle all negotiations so we didn’t start getting all fussy about a few thousand here, a few thousand there. That’s why i signed off. I thought it was all on her and i would just st back and (not) enjoy the ride.
Then she punted to me.
It’s so much easier to concede a few grand if I really thought there was any chance i would ever see that down payment money in the form of equity again. but i truly think it will all be flushed away down into the giant cesspool where downpayments go, and it will fester down in the bowels of the system, for the remainder of my lifetime. I believe this house will never again in my lifetime be worth what i paid for it. i acknowledge I’m probably wrong, that probably sometime in my 60’s out about 2027 or so I’ll break even, not including sales costs but that’s how I feel.
It’s my unbridled pessimism that is making this all so painful.
I really need a little shot glass of kool-aid at least to just get the transaction going.
