We raised our kids next door to a couple that shared our values and had kids of similar ages. Strangely, the wife had a sister that was exactly the person in the first letter, but truly evil. She wanted it all, and her whipped cowering husband could never keep up. This bitch really has no soul, or a shred of ethics. She is a realtor and found a house for the eldest niece, next door. Shortly after, I get called to take a look at the place. It was a horribly tight market at the time, and it was "in budget" but to anybody with half a clue, it wasn't safe to occupy. The exterior brick chimney was wobbling away from the building when you pushed on it, swaying 4" at the top. The "Nursery" adjacent the master bedroom was accessed by an 18" opening between rooms, no door, no legitimate opening, just a bit of missing wall. The bathroom light was a painter's clamp lamp, above a translucent drop ceiling panel. It didn't fit the tight space, so the old plaster ceiling was bashed out to make room. I could go on with another dozen or so, serious code and life safety issues. When I asked the young girl how she ended up buying a place like this without a home inspection, she corrected me and said that her aunt had found the inspector, who wrote a report that said the place was fine.
One day the sister witch asks if I wanted to build their new mansion? She had blueprints, and a price that she wanted me to beat. I looked the job over, and told her no, I wouldn't beat the price, since the place was nothing but a huge piece of shit, and even the specifications made it clear that the builder was planning on cutting some real eyebrow raising corners, that were common in low end mobile home building, but unheard of, even in economy grade homes, in this market. She then informs me that she couldn't care about any of that, if I beat the price I could have the job. I later find out that the entire family eventually developed sympathy for the builder who did the job, since she made his life hell. At one point, my neighbors dropped by the site and found the sister witch and the builder looking at prints spread over the hood of his truck. He was smashing his own head into the hood, out of frustration.
So, a woman out there who is upset that her mate won't slowly kill himself to fulfill he dreams, isn't too hard to believe. Those neighborhood full of matching trophy houses, land rovers in the drive, ski boat in the third garage bay, and $50K in CC debt sitting on the desk inside, got there somehow. In most cases it's both partners acting stupid, but sometimes the whole show is a result of some fool slowly grinding them self to death to keep their partner happy.
