Here we go again...

with f-tard. Most of you know who I'm referring to. Once again, it's "Let's-make-Whitney-miserable" time.

He has not paid me the money he owes me for GIVING him the house, land, and a whole slew of other things. He was SUPPOSED to sell 4 acres of land and give me what he owes me from that, and keep the rest (or cram it up his ass, which I'd prefer).

That was SUPPOSED to be done LAST DECEMBER. A year ago. Not happened. He "doesn't have the money to get the land surveyed". But can buy a new truck (or, excuse me, have "someone" buy/insure/register said "new" truck for him, probably to escape any attorney I hire by saying "it's really not MIIIIIINE!").....whatthefuckever.

So, he *finally* decides, probably because of my extreme "bitching and complaining" to get a home equity loan to get the money to survery the property. Problem is, MY name is still on the deed AND mortgage. He can't get a loan with MY name listed on the deed. So, he asked me to sign a Quitclaim Deed. I refused, smartly. I'd still be responsible for the mortgage, but would have NO INTEREST OR CLAIM WHATSOEVER to the property and house. Got that??

I told him THREE times that I would not sign. I wasn't speaking Swahili at the time, either (at least I'm pretty sure I wasn't, considering I don't know how).

Today, said f-tard calls me, and TELLS me that *I* need to travel to Salem, NH tomorrow (about an hour and a half drive from here, one way!) to go to HIS closing, so I can sign the Quitclaim Deed.

HUH???

The f-tard then gets all pissed when I tell him no, cram it where the sun doesn't shine. He threatens to let the house and property go into foreclosure. Fine, I say. He hangs up on me.

He calls back 1/2 an hour later, saying he'll go "now" and get an attorney to draw up the paper stating he WILL pay me what he owes me (this is what I requested in the first place, before I sign a Quitclaim Deed), and they will email me what I need to sign, so I don't have to go to the farfaraway closing of HIS.

Fine. I give him my email address.

No email ever arrived. Gee, f-tard, you couldn't find an attorney to drop everything for you at 3pm on a holiday week, draw up the papers for you before 5pm, and email them to me??? I thought not.

Asshat.

Thanks, but no thanks. I'll take my chances with you in COURT.