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Lies and Sins of Omission

Omissions are lies. And my husband is up to his old tricks.  Ever since I became ill, he has lied to me, lied about me, and failed to pass on vital information. This time he weasled a real estate power of attorney out of me to put our properties up for sale. He was supposed to get comps then list the property for sale. We talked about selling to his brother but I stipulated that he needs to pay market value. He had agreed that we were not going to fire sale the property. Imagine my outrage and sense of betrayal upon finding out that he sold the property for about half of it's worth to none other than his brother!

When I questioned him on the matter, he played it off like it slipped his mind to tell me. But I knew that was baloney. Then he wanted to know who told me. Yeah right, you forgot. Then he said that he was just shielding me from the unpleasantness. I called him on that one, too. I asked him how much. He said $40,000.00. I asked him where it went. He said he put it toward the Maple Valley mortgage. Now those three lots with power and septic cost us $25,000.00 seven-ish years ago. And the other lot that he purchased has a two-story home on it. We bought that one for $20,000.00 some years back. You can guess where I'm going with this. It doesn't add up. We've made upgrades as well. Cedar siding, staircase, bamboo flooring, new french doors, new deck, and we built on an addition to make into a bathroom. Oh, and let's not forget the brand spanking new propane stove!

The man is without conscience! When I ask why he made this bad deal. His answer is that he did the best that he can and that I have to trust him. Well no I do not! He is acting in bad faith and adverse to my will. Time for an attorney.
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Location: Federal Way, WA, USA

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