When I’m nervous, upset, or stressed, I get horrible butterflies in my stomach. It reminds me of high school. Will I get picked to be on the “cool kids” badminton team? Will he ask me to dance? It’s awful.
I have those butterflies these days. Remember my post with mention of being a landlord and how much it truly sucks? Well, it really, really sucks. Our tenants have bailed on us, breaking their lease and not paying their March rent. Yet they’re still living in OUR house. I advertised the house on Craigslist (LOVE that site) and had a ton of interest, both as a rental or a purchase. Because I am a nice person, I opted to schedule one block time of showings in the form of an open house instead of having showings every day and annoying the crap out of our tenants. I should have just annoyed the crap out of our tenants. They saw the Craigslist ad and freaked. Flat out refused to leave the house so we could do the showings, told us what horrible landlords we were (because we didn’t fix the fence, mind you) and how they didn’t intend to leave before April 15th. I have never told them that I was a REAL ESTATE ATTORNEY for 7 years. They have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into. I know people. People who are actual licensed attorneys (while I am still licensed, I am considered “inactive”). I contacted a former colleague from the firm I “retired” from and asked for his help. Tomorrow our tenants will be receiving a nasty-gram from him outlining the big heap of trouble they’ve gotten themselves into, and the world of hurt that awaits them if they don’t get the hell out of our house.
I’m not a vindictive person. I don’t wish them any (ok, much) ill will. I just want them out of my house. My greatest fear is that they’ve damaged the place somehow, and we have to sue them. I don’t have the a)time, b)energy, or c)MONEY to sue them for damages. Ok, mostly c. Their nasty attitude toward us put me over the edge last week. No, we didn’t fix the fence. No, we aren’t the type of landlord to just pop in every month to “check on the place”. These people had an option to buy this house from us; why would we try to interrupt their quiet enjoyment (sorry, had throw in some legal terminology just to prove I still remembered it) of the house? So, a nasty-gram they shall receive and it’s gotten me totally freaked out. What if they refuse to leave? What if they take our appliances? Loads of “what ifs” are running through my head all the time and making the butterflies come out with a vengeance. I know that taking legal steps is the right thing to do to protect ourselves, but it leaves me with that icky feeling inside. Now I know why I wasn’t a litigator. I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.