We're still trying to sell our old house, although my stbx is living in it now. My real estate agent just called. A couple went to see it today, and they might make an offer, but it will probably include having the inside painted, as it wreaks of cigarette smoked. WTF?!!!!! I just spent $3000 having the inside painted. I told him he absolutely couldn't smoke in the house. I have to call him to tell him he can't smoke in the house and has to wash the walls (oh yeah, that's gonna happen). I'm gonna wring his f'ing neck. I don't even know how I'm going to talk to him civilly.
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