- Joined
- Jun 19, 2002
- Location
- Walnut Creek
- Moto(s)
- Monica Sweetheart!!!!
- Name
- Berto
- BARF perks
- Barf Racer
It was 11 years ago I started coming here to BARF.
Within two years, my life began to spiral. I divorced my first wife and went through the next 6 years of child custody litigation. In 2009, I lost my job with the courts due to the Great Recession. I lost my home too. My debt went into litigation and I spent three years fighting BofA and Wells Fargo. I remarried a woman who was controlling and abusive while spending three years unemployed/under employed and dependent. In hindsight I should have chosen homelessness then, but my children were still school age. When I got back on my feet career-wise, I divorced her and went back out on my own. After two years of working again (Caltrans), I tried to buy a house to secure my monthly expenses in preparation for retirement (yes I still have my pension intact, though I will likely contribute until I am 65). That fell through 7 days before closing date, thanks to the VA. I relied on the appraiser and lenders words to give notice where I was renting, and got shorted. I went homeless for two weeks and now have a rat hole for an apartment.
Then my brother calls me and tells me dad is not expected to live beyond next week.
Dad passed in the night on Tuesday.He will be interned this weekend, no ceremony just me and my brother.
This morning my uncle (executor of dad’s will) called and told me dad left the house in Hayward to me. The house is was a drug infested crack house. My dad had a drug problem for over a decade and allowed anyone with a habit to live there. When dad fell ill, my brother and I kicked everyone out and removed 45 yards of trash, including an abandoned vehicle in the garage that may have been stolen but was being used as a bed for one of the tenants. We nearly gutted the place. That’s how it sits now. That is what I inherited, a shite hole. It has good bones but about $100-150k worth of work.
At 50 years old, I am beginning again. Time to roll up my sleeves and get back to work.
I've got windows in odd sizes you can have if they will fit Mike. Older stuff, but brand new and top name brand at the time. We may have some other building supplies, but I'm not sure. I can get you measurements if you want them. They're not super common sizes, but if the place is gutted, maybe they'll work.
He will be interned this weekend, no ceremony just me and my brother.
My new tag line.
Gotta keep the faith and hope alive, man. You have a lot of folks rooting for you, Mike.
or taking my daughter to Disneyland.