Seriously it feels like someone came in and kicked me in the stomach but left me a slice of cake to eat before they left.
The bank has agreed to a short sale of our house for $35,000. $35K. That. Is. It.
I'm happy and pissed all at the same time.
I keep telling myself at least its not a foreclosure. At least the bank will stop trying to get me to pay them what's left of our dismal savings (looking up though, looking up).
My credit report will be tarnished a bit. But it is not a foreclosure.
My goal. Save $100,000 for a down payment on a house in Nashville, TN when and if Chad's job takes us there. Between his bonus checks and earning capacity we should be able to do that in a few-five years. I just need to control my spending.