This morning, we did the final inspection of the unit with the Landlady; she vowed to dispute our refusal to pay for her oven. The nice folks in the government have repeatedly informed me that, given the circumstances, we have little to worry about; and that, in fact, we can even make a fairly-strong counterclaim based upon her actions constituting harassment resulting in a loss of enjoyment of the suite.
I am therefore trying very hard not to be worried. But really, I’m just feeling sick; I’m feeling bone tired of talking about this problem, I want it to be done, and I want to be able to move on with my damn life. I’m exhausted of having to explain the details to everyone who asks, of fearing for some new legal scrap every time I open my inbox. I’m sick of the goddamn introspection, the constant second-guessing (“should I have? Shouldn’t I have?”); I tried reading the post I wrote last night and it almost made me throw up.
I want to be able to focus upon something else, but my god-damn single track mind won’t change the damn tracks.
Does anyone have any suggestions?