Lead with the Chin

Well, guess what? The deal fell through. After all summer of dealing with these people, being apart from my girls, then finding out the fucking weasel didn't give the appraiser the earnest money agreement the first go round and has been lying since; after all the bullshit; after all the frustration and other emotions, the house ain't sold.

I'm sick of this shit. I'm sick of those people. The missus isn't mad at them - just frustrated at the situation. She says it isn't their fault the loan didn't go through. She doesn't trust them, but she doesn't hold any ill-feelings against them.

Me, I do. I hate them. Or at least him. His bullshit kept me from my family. His lying kept us from moving on. He took from me something that I can never get back. There will never be "even". Kicking out the teeth he lied through won't get me anything. Burning down the barn they're building won't get me anything. I lost my little girl's first summer. I missed kisses and more firsts than I like to think about. There is nothing he or I or anyone else can do to make that right. I missed time with my wife. I missed cuddling and making love and late night conversations about nothing. There is nothing that sonuvabitch can do to make that right either.

They had all fucking summer to get their shit grouped. It ain't my fault they can't get their fucking house in order. It ain't my fault they aren't trustworthy enough to qualify for a loan. But because we tried working with them, we got fucked. FUCKED! I just want to move on! I'm sick of his lying and his bullshit!

I hope nothing good ever happens to him again. Unfortunately, that will only hurt their little boy, which I don't want.

I don't care what his wife says about him being a good person; to me, he will always be a fucking liar and a thief.