Discouraged

I'm feeling very discouraged right now. Every hope we've had the past few months has gone awry, with this morning's just the latest in a long line.

First was the hope that we'd be able to sell conventionally, but the Realtor's honest market appraisal ruined that. Next was Matt's friend Patrick, who wanted to buy our house, being denied mortgage approval until he could sell his current residence. Now we thought we had finally found a good home for Darcy, a home that would assuredly take wonderful care of Darcy, with kids just the right age to really bond with him... and that hope has been crushed as well. Worse this time, since we were just two days away from the new owner picking him up.

Maybe all these hopes, all these potential saviors for a particular part of our present situation (I can't even feel excitement over my alliteration), are just signs that we're not following the path that we should be. I can't help but think of how everything came together for Wes and Carole to move, as if God had blessed their move.

I don't know what to do. I just want to go back to bed until the creditors come and take the house away.

I know that we could have it much worse, that we've been blessed in how much we've had our family and friends help us thus far, and that we at least have a place to go. Two really, with my parents offer as well. With that understanding I've resigned myself to many things, albeit not always quietly. This is my end, though.