Although it seems that I will talk about the famous novel by Colombian writer Gabriel García Márquez's not my intention. Whose really
I will talk about is me, how I have become weary of this life and the circumstances that led to today is in a situation where I do not care to live or die.
It all started when tired of being assaulted, insults and other abuse in her neighborhood decided to move house and go to another quiet neighborhood, contact a realtor who offered me a product called mortgage moving house the person who carried out all management, each time she talked to told us something different as we had signed some documents that if we backed down on the purchase of new floor had to pay five thousand euros, for seeing things and continue with the arrangement.
The thing is that we were promised that the old house would sell for two hundred and twenty thousand euros while selling only have to pay the mortgage on the new house, well after all it turned out we were paying two mortgages, one of seven euros and one hundred euro mortgage, this individual sell soon after the house asked for the bill and left the property and real estate no longer wanted to take care of what we had offered that person.
The problem came later when he was finishing the remainder of money we had and the payrolls that we charged were not going to get to deal with mortgages, and view things and seeing that things were going to get worse and worse began to make small cuts in the price we had made the old house until it tight for having left without financial means to us saw in the obligation to sell the house seventy thousand euros per cent instead of the two hundred twenty thousand euros with which we had any illusions from the beginning.
In short, instead of keeping a mortgage of EUR seven had us believe, we find a surplus hipotecon of 1200 euros and not only that, but as the months passed and the house was sold for as We earned nominations that we are not came to pay their mortgages, eat and make ends meet, the solution step by pulling credit card total when you sold the house we were extremely indebted.
Nearly two years after this whole ordeal, a suicide attempt, from the brink of a nervous breakdown, to see how much we work not to get ahead comes after a fruitless search in order to change another job and receive best answer the many "we'll call" and could not find a better job, or even work as a freelance courier with own van.
It may be that after being so long in deep water have lost the prospect to leave before this mess, the case is that I'm tired of struggling to get nothing, and before me that the bank is our home and we ended up living on the street, before that happens , I lock myself at home with a can of gasoline and burned the house with me inside.
