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The Stress of the Sale

Posted on: October 30, 2021 | Posted by: Bryan Martin

House hunting – It’s been at the forefront of my mind and free time the past two weeks. We all know that the housing market is out of control right now. Some have said that it might not be the best time to buy a place but others say “you know when you know”.

When Clayton passed away, I had to cover all of the bills myself. My overall security was gone. How was I going to grieve and move at the same time? I desperately needed an anchor and, for me, that was staying put. I budgeted everything, denied buying things others have daily and got a second job building a business. I worked my widowed butt off to get back on stable ground and now it’s 4 years in the future. I’m ready for the next chapter in my life.

One after another they weren’t up to standard. Sellers don’t care about quality because they just want quantity. I get it. Selling a house is a business transaction but this is just another example where people see others as just money. I found a house yesterday that checked every box and felt “right”. I put in an offer that was over asking and they came back with wanting even more. Their greed kicked in. I had to say no and I lost the house. So, to be honest, for a little while last night I was the widowed man who worked so hard to get on his feet and build himself up enough to emotionally and financially afford a home but I felt like a failure. I offered more than they asked for only to be told that all I had built wasn’t actually enough.

I know my readers want to help and immediately show support by saying “that just wasn’t the one” or “everything happens for a reason”. I get it but the last thing a widowed person wants to hear after they finally decide to move is that they can’t because there is some “Universal plan”. Best thing to do is acknowledge how hard it is for me to be told “no” when my timeline and my heart screams “yes”. For those of us working through grief, we need to move through it and validation of our experiences is a huge part of our growth.

So this week’s lesson is two fold:

If you are selling a home, do what is best for you but don’t play games because you have no idea who is on the other side making an offer. Be direct, be honest and (most of all) keep in mind that you are impacting the lives of other people. We are more than just profit. Don’t price something to pray on the hope of others.

Secondly, not getting a house doesn’t mean I failed. I’m proud of you for trying Bryan. That in and of itself is a huge hurdle. So you are allowed to honor the stress and struggle you have with the sale but also realize you have broken through yet another bereavement barrier. That house wasn’t good enough for you…

Categories: Widowed, Widowed & Unmarried, Widowed Memories, Widowed and Healing, Widowed Milestones, Widowed Belongings, Widowed Emotions, LGBTQ+ Widowed, Widowed by Illness

About Bryan Martin

In 2016 my life all started to fall into place. A new job as a Supervisor for animals at a small aquarium along the beautiful Florida gulf coast. It was a dream for Clayton and I to move to the beach, get settled and get married. In June of 2017 my father passed away after a long battle with opiods and alcohol. Four months later, Clayton was rushed to the hospital and diagnosed with acute liver failure. Not having been able to truly mourn my father, I was faced with knowing that Clayton (Tin as my family calls him) would also be leaving me. I had dreams of marriage, vacations and a long life together. I watched all of those dreams fade away more and more each day as I cared for him until his final days. He passed away April 16, 2018 the day after my sister’s birthday.

Now I am through the fog of the first year and reality is setting in this second time around the sun. I’m very much alone in this sleepy beach town. I’m trying to just maintain balance with my new normal. I get depressed, angry, sad, jealous, confused and disoriented. Some days are better than others and I remind myself that it is normal. So many people think my life is back to normal and fulfilling because I work with dolphins and penguins but the magic left everything when Tin passed away. I have trouble feeling passion about most things that used to light my fire. I have feelings that oppose one another and it is exhausting. I want to feel happy for others but want to know why I can’t have what they have.

Along my journey, I have had tough days and some wonderful days but at the end of each day I still don't have the answer to my one question....Why?

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