The other day we were laying in bed talking about the future and I told Justin I didn't want to get too happy. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. It dropped.
It's okay, baby. Mommy and Daddy will find an even better house to call home.
We received a letter from our landlord saying we have 30 days to get out. I'm fucking pissed off! This house that has finally started to feel like a home is no longer ours to live in. I was looking forward to living here the next five to six years until we bought our "forever home". I was looking forward to walking on our private beach every day with Jasper. That's not an option anymore.
I know, dude. Mommy feels the same way.
I feel like we were taken advantage of. It is our belief that the landlord knew this would be coming. He insisted on twice monthly inspections with pictures to make sure we weren't ruining anything. There were a few other odd occurrences. We think he had at least a hint of an idea that our tenancy would not last longer than one year. What a jerk.
I feel so stupid. Like we should have known or been more cautious with him. But noooooo. We jumped in, trusted the douche bag, got a big dog and now we are fucking screwed.
So now we are house hunting again. Looking for a rental that will work for us. Wish us luck. We could use some.
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