A couple things I've wanted to add, but have had difficulty coming up with the right words...
Right before Halloween, I was contacted by someone who I only recognized their name, but didn't actually know. It turned out we are somewhat neighbors and attend the same church. She explained that they had chosen our boys for a fundraiser. Many people worked, giving of their time, talents, and money. I have very tender feelings about this and the people involved. And continue to enjoy getting to know some of them better- they are so talented!
It was decided that the fundraiser would be for special equipment that our boys need, particularly for Aidan as his needs are the greatest right now. So far, it has paid for his touchscreen computer for school, an ipad for educational and therapy applications, and the tray for his wheelchair. All three boys have so much fun with the applications, they have no idea they are therapy and school! :) The rest will either go towards a therapy room for the boys, or a chair lift... not sure yet as the whole house thing is still in progress.
Which brings me to the other extremely tender thing I've had major difficulty putting on here.
Some icky background first:
Some icky background first:
Back when we were in CO, we owned and ran a small business. The income it generated was enough. Child support was finally set at a more realistic amount. (It originally was set so high, we used up all my retirement just to keep from losing our modest home.) But then the court battles really began. As if his 3yrs of battling the divorce out wasn't enough. It had come to light that my husband's son from his previous marriage, was being mentally abused by his mother. My husband chose to fight for custody. We would have won, had it not been for an act that I knew would derail the whole thing. But I was ignored. My husband contacted the old father-in-law. This produced such a shift (the guy is a very slick talker with endless resources- to be blunt) at the last minute all that money and time spent on lawyers, therapists, "mediators" and documents went completely out the window.
But before that climax, I warned him several times we were on extremely thin ice financially. I could see that just him getting sick would send us into financial ruin- we were paying so many people on top of all our regular bills that every penny was used every paycheck... and had been long enough, we'd used up our reserves. Then, of course, just as I feared, he got sick. A serious infection in his knee that rendered him bedridden for a month, and then he put out his back right after recovering from the infection. He was our only employee and I had to be home with Aidan for serious reasons, so if he didn't work on his end of the business, we didn't get paid. (Haha, just like any company, duh.)
Countrywide was absolutely ruthless then. They refused a payment that was only $100 short of the payment due, which started the spiral downward. They continued to refuse anything short of the full amount due- meaning they refused any money at all, if it wasn't the full amount due all at once. They refused to work with our realtor that had put in such long hours. They refused 3 truly decent offers on the house.
We'd moved out the second it was obvious we wouldn't be keeping the house we'd poured so much effort into keeping. We wanted it to sell, oh how we worked at getting it sold. So all this was done over the phone. Including being told the realtor couldn't put up with Countrywide's crap any longer- he was pulling out, and it wasn't going to end well at all. Foreclosure is a nightmare for so many reasons. Many of which don't fade with time.
So back to now.
Our current landlords told us they were putting the house up for sale.
This, after we've moved 5 times in about 5yrs. Only one of those moves was initiated by us- the move out of our house. The rest all had to do with the landlords ever changing plans with the properties we happened to be renting. While realizing we were going to need a wheelchair for Aidan. While the needs of our family solidified: our boys need a real home, a handicapped accessible home. But we are in no position to purchase. Then two things happened within a couple months of each other. My parents offered to get us into a home, and a contractor my husband knows well offered to build one. And then, when it looked like they wouldn't qualify to help, one of my brothers and his wife stepped in.
Wow. There seriously are no words. I know I've said that a lot lately, but it's true. I've sobbed and sobbed in gratitude.
But before that climax, I warned him several times we were on extremely thin ice financially. I could see that just him getting sick would send us into financial ruin- we were paying so many people on top of all our regular bills that every penny was used every paycheck... and had been long enough, we'd used up our reserves. Then, of course, just as I feared, he got sick. A serious infection in his knee that rendered him bedridden for a month, and then he put out his back right after recovering from the infection. He was our only employee and I had to be home with Aidan for serious reasons, so if he didn't work on his end of the business, we didn't get paid. (Haha, just like any company, duh.)
Countrywide was absolutely ruthless then. They refused a payment that was only $100 short of the payment due, which started the spiral downward. They continued to refuse anything short of the full amount due- meaning they refused any money at all, if it wasn't the full amount due all at once. They refused to work with our realtor that had put in such long hours. They refused 3 truly decent offers on the house.
We'd moved out the second it was obvious we wouldn't be keeping the house we'd poured so much effort into keeping. We wanted it to sell, oh how we worked at getting it sold. So all this was done over the phone. Including being told the realtor couldn't put up with Countrywide's crap any longer- he was pulling out, and it wasn't going to end well at all. Foreclosure is a nightmare for so many reasons. Many of which don't fade with time.
So back to now.
Our current landlords told us they were putting the house up for sale.
This, after we've moved 5 times in about 5yrs. Only one of those moves was initiated by us- the move out of our house. The rest all had to do with the landlords ever changing plans with the properties we happened to be renting. While realizing we were going to need a wheelchair for Aidan. While the needs of our family solidified: our boys need a real home, a handicapped accessible home. But we are in no position to purchase. Then two things happened within a couple months of each other. My parents offered to get us into a home, and a contractor my husband knows well offered to build one. And then, when it looked like they wouldn't qualify to help, one of my brothers and his wife stepped in.
Wow. There seriously are no words. I know I've said that a lot lately, but it's true. I've sobbed and sobbed in gratitude.
1 comment:
My brother had what was called a touch talker, it sounds similar to the touch screen. I am sure it's better now days Ü I had no idea your hubs was married before. I am so sorry about his child. I am truly sorry for the positions you have been in, we really just don't ever know what is going to happen. You are such a valued person =0 you seriously AMAZE me and what a wonderful Family to want to help you get into a home.. It's SO well deserved. My parents have a lift on their house and it is HEAVEN.. I can't wait to hear more about your home.
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