Well, I pretty much covered all that happened with Bastard Tom. As I said before we kept trying to do our final walkthrough and his agent, Blithering Idiot, kept cancelling on us - he's just too drunk to go over there. (When is he not drunk??) BTom then decides that he wants his money before we can set foot on the property. He would not let us come over until he had his check in hand. Which he got on Wednesday morning last week. Being the rational and normal people that we are, and the fact that we closed escrow already that day, we decided to do the walkthrough Wed afternoon. AGAIN, Blithering Idiot cancels on us. He is just too drunk, don't go over there. We told her to stick it. It is her JOB to make sure the walkthrough gets done and to handle her client. As I told you before we got there and he went crazy, threatening and yelling. He said things like, "I work across the street 3 times a week. You don't want somebody like me mad at you." and "I KNOW where your kids play." Shudder shudder. Creepy as all get out! Needless to say, I left a crying mess. Before my dad and my agent left, Bastard Tom started to cry and apologize and offered to get out of the house right then and there. What an ass! I know alcholoism is a disease - but it is also a way to let down your defenses and show who you really are. Someone who threatens a child when drunk, is not a good person when sober.
So on Friday morning, after we moved in, Dan was taking Savannah to school and called me to let me know he saw Bastard Tom across the street at a neighbor's house and warned me not to open the door. I was so freaked out that I threw my boys in the car - in my pajamas no less - and headed over to my parents' house.
When I got home I had THREE messages on my voicemail from Blithering Idiot telling me how Bastard Tom was such a "nice man" and a "sweet soul" and how we are so lucky that he fixed the house up so nice for us. She had stopped by to pick of a few of his remaining items which I had left on the driveway per her request. I was SO angry that after what BTom had done that she would have the audacity to call and tell me what a great guy he is. So I called her. I have never spoken to another human being that way in my life...and I have had some whoppers with my MIL. Ha! A few snippets:
BI: Were you home when I stopped by this morning?
K: No, my husband told me that Tom was across the street, and I was so terrified I took my boys and left.
BI: Kristin, you really are just going to have to get over this...
K: HE THREATENED MY CHILDREN
BI: Oh, well, he really is a sweet soul. I warned you not to go over there
K: HE THREATENED MY CHILDREN. They are 3, 1 1/2 and a newborn. That is NOT a sweet soul.
BI: You just have to put this behind you. I know. My father was an abusive alcoholic.
K: Who gives a $%#$^%#?!?!?!?
Anyway, it went on and on with her defending him and refusing to see that Bastard Tom or she had done anything wrong and me screaming SCREAMING at her until I was purple. What a BLITHERING IDIOT! I was so insensed that I called and spoke to her supervisor on Monday. They were shocked that she had been so inappopriate. I can only hope they fire her....I doubt it. But I can hope.