She wasn't ready
She regretted signing the papers before the ink had a chance to dry on the bright white form. While it only took a few minutes, she felt she was signing her life away, one pen stroke at a time. And just like that, the house was theirs. The house she never really wanted. The fixer upper house. A house her husband had spotted and fell in love with once when he was just a teen with a newly minted driver’s license. It was just standing there, amidst a desolated country road that had become his driving playground. Big, majestic, and inviting, almost as if it was welcoming him. Almost as if it was waiting for him. He had always been a vivid dreamer and imagined himself settling down with his future wife, raising kids there one day.
