Stress, Betrayal, Pain, Anger, and Unemployment.
Rambling On… 15th May 2020.
I’m sorry I haven’t had the time to whiz up a newsletter for you all in the last 4 weeks. There has been so much turmoil going on in my house, the letter was the least of my worries.
The last six or so weeks have been exceedingly difficult for my son, my husband, and myself and it has nothing to do with COVID-19.
About six weeks ago I became aware of the tension between my son and his fiancée. Even though I kept asking my son if everything was all right, he just told me that everything was fine.
Everything wasn’t fine. He and his fiancée were having problems and while I didn’t get involved, it was very difficult for me to stand back when I knew there was something wrong. The air in my home was so thick with tension I was having trouble breathing let alone sleeping. My son was in the same boat.
Just before my son’s birthday on the 24th of April, his fiancée told my boy that she needed some space and left to spend a couple of nights at a friend’s. She came back for my son’s special day and gone again the next.
As you can imagine my son was terribly upset, his moods swinging between pain and anger. He finally told my husband and I that he and his fiancée had split up. I was, of course, devasted for him as was my man, and we both felt so useless trying to help my son through the grieving process.
I’m not going to go in the reason for the separation since it’s private but suffice it to say I’m angry and gutted on my son’s behalf.
They’re building a house together and she’s doing everything she can to get the house for herself, still wanting my son to pay his share of the mortgage while she pays him back little by little the money he’s put into buying the property even though there’s no way she can afford it by herself. She didn’t even mention paying him his half of the market value on top of the other cash he’s invested. We’ve sought legal advice and thankfully found out she doesn’t have a leg to stand on unless she refinances the loan, pays my son what he’s owed, and gets the paperwork changed into her name only.
Even after my son explained everything to her, she’s still adamant she’d be keeping the house.
Thankfully, my son is finally coming out of his funk and his brain has switched back on. He’s now starting the step by step process of putting everything in writing, in emails to his ex and then he and I will be visiting a solicitor to get a court order which will force the sale of their home on completion.
My husband and I would have loved to be able to help my son keep the house for himself, but unfortunately, we can’t afford to pay her out what she’d be owed as well as pay half of my son’s mortgage since he’s still not back at work. There’s also no guarantee that when the COVID-19 restrictions are lifted—which has just started to happen—that he’ll be getting the same hours he used to since large gatherings still aren’t allowed.
However, no matter what, I’m glad that my son isn’t letting her dangle him on a string for her own selfish desires.
Things will all work out in the end since we’re going the legal route.
To top things off, my daughter is also out of work since the mechanic shop, she was working for has gone into liquidation.
There is light at the end of the tunnel though.
The company that owns the franchise name is in the process of buying back the store and will be employing the previous owners to manage the place. My daughter is happy about that since she started her apprenticeship under them and gets on with them like a house on fire, but it could take a while for everything to be settled.
She actually came to our place last Sunday and worked with my hubby Monday and Tuesday, helping him in his business venture. She’s coming back this Sunday to help again and earn a bit of cash.
Needless to say, we’ve had a shitty 4-6 weeks, but things can only get better from here on out.
At least I hope it does.
Stay safe, happy, sane, and healthy.
Love Becca Van xxoo
What Have I Been Writing?
I’m working on Slick Rock 29: Bed of Roses. Lucian, Finley, and Kyle Ross are bewitched by the by Aimee Margot the brake specialist, and of course, want them for themselves.
I’m only halfway through this story and don’t want to give anything away, so I’m not going to tell you anymore. However, I’m enjoying writing about the 4 characters new to the town of Slick Rock, Colorado.