winter 2006

This skilled liar that entered our lives was someone who had been introduced to us by a family friend. The guy was an estate agent (Realtor).

My mom had seeked out somebody to sell the house because she wanted a change of atmosphere and to leave London. I remembered that through out the whole time of selling this house and moving I had such apprehensions about it, and I constantly told her that I felt this was a bad move but I don’t think I spoke loud enough and when she realized what she had done it was too late. My mother said this is the single worst decision she has ever made in her life. But I am not angry about it we all make mistakes and crying about it or placing blame won’t make it change. We just accept it and move on.

The liar was such an odd character because even though we knew he made money, he was constantly broke and his life was in a shamble.

He promised my mom that he would get a good buyer for the house. For months he took her around all over England finding houses that were completely inappropriate, some with no heating and broken windows. ( you know come to think of it I don’t even know how this guy managed to put a blinder over our eyes but I think we were just sick and tired and wanted everything to be over with)

Until we finally settled on one in Hertfodshire county. Which is the final house I lived in until all this happened.

Now this was around august so I was expected to be back at school within 2 weeks and our house was already on the market. The way we worked it out was with the sale of the house we could earn at least a profit of £50,000 pounds which would be enough to pay my school fees for the next 4 years, until I finished school.

The problem with this was the Liar had other plans, he kept telling my mother that there wasn’t much interest in the house and he hadn’t gotten any offers yet. So we were put in a tough situation because the house we wanted to buy, the seller’s were wanting a confirmation.

And each day was just getting harder.

Now I’m not really clear about these next details because I know it’s a bit hard for my mom to talk about.

But to the best of my knowledge. The liar came to the house one day and said there had been an offer on the house by a certain couple.  He said they were ready to buy it now and because we had been so desperate and knew we would make a profit anyway agreed.

So he continued with the transaction and said it was going well. The house was sold and my mom got a mortgage for the house in Hertfodshire.

And as when you sell a house we had been expecting a surplus of the sale in our account but the money never came. We asked him about it and threatened legal action but still to this day he has never paid.

I later found out that he had actually pretended to be the couple who were interested in the house, he had never scheduled a viewing to any one and had actually wanted the house to himself.

So because of this I was not able to return to my school for a whole year, was subsequently bullied at the new school and had lost a sizable amount of money that kicked off our downward spiral into an abyss.

I have forgiven this man for what he has done and I know that he will reap what he sowed. Holding any hate towards him will not change the situation or give me my money back but will only hurt me more than it hurts him. And I will not let him take that from me. Not now not ever!…