Grieving

I'm mourning the loss of our house after all. It really was so cute, and the basement was so perfect for future development. Plus it had a cherry tree - I don't think I mentioned the cherry tree. The realtor called to tell me the couple that got it. I saw them at the open house. Apparently she's due in a few weeks and was just desperate to get something before baby. And it turns out we were the lowest offer of all, despite being $21,000 over asking in the end. And the people who bought it didn't even bother with any sort of inspection, which is just so idiotic on an 80-year old house in an extremely wet climate. Of course, the inspection came back fine, but it's so dumb they wouldn't do one!

I just can't believe some pregnant bitch came and stole my house with some absurd bid and now my boys and I don't get to spend the summer enjoying a sunny backyard and some homegrown fruit. I hope her baby is really ugly. And yes, I realise I just wished evil on a baby. Guess I'm going through the Kubler-Ross stages. I think I'm at anger.