this morning #1073.

this morning, my excuses ran the gamut from partially persuasive to plain pathetic. i blew it. i knew it. i’d been left flailing, trying to save the sale. that ship’s long since sailed though. already far out to sea. i have to accept that i’ve failed. again. if i can make peace with that, i can work on moving forward. go back to square one. set my sights on a new path. find a better buyer. forget about that other one. screw that guy. he doesn’t deserve to own my childhood home. someone more suitable will come along, someone who won’t even think about doing what he said he wanted to do to the backyard. so disrespectful. in fact, i’m glad it didn’t work out. my parents may have moved on. i haven’t.