Gathering a shite-load of paperwork to present to the Banking Royalty in an attempt to keep my house. Giant Scary Stuff. On top of all the other Giant Scary Stuff.
A few years ago, I almost lost this house in a lawsuit -- a very ugly thing, in which I was held responsible for something I had no part in except in the legal definition of what marriage is. It was the worst of bad things: death, injury, loss of my business, teenage children spiraling to the depths.
Too many lawyers, too much advice. The bottom line: yes they WILL try to take a widow's home from her. Never tell anyone this can't happen, because it can. After numerous settlement attempts, the plaintiff finally settled for less than my original offer. My bill, after all the accounting was completed? Nearly $200k. And then the plaintiff died of a heart attack shortly thereafter.
Karma gets you.
So now it's new circumstances, a different-shaped chopping block, not to mention I've been around a few blocks of my own in the past few years.
Don't mess with me.
Don't mess with my kids.
DO NOT mess with my home.
And that about sums it up.