Sorry to be so removed, am sick of the whole thing. I've now been forced to hand my notice in on this place anyway, in the hope that it'll sort out the agreement for the next....
She's come banging on my door on sunday, with a letter demanding a viewing, I shouted at her not to come, and that I'd call the police if she did.
I texted her the same, and also wrote it in part of the notice letter I served on her address on Tuesday.
I went out yesterday, literally couldn't face being here and waiting for the inevitable confrontation.
She vaulted my fence apparently, and gained access to the rear garden. The toboggan is cracked and the gate was undone, when I had left it bolted top and bottom. Probably thinking that I would have changed the front door lock, but not the back.
Some positive news, I am at last not feeling quite so god awfully nauseous all the time, now that I've handed my notice in, and I know that whatever happens, wherever I end up, it won't be anywhere near here.
Off to phone the CAB now and see if someone can't write her a letter telling her to literally stop harassing me. DH car seems to have acquired a dodgy looking scratch too, but of course we can't prove anything....
Sorry peeps, for yet more trials and tribulations, i literally can't take any more of myself bleating on about this, I'm sorry to prattle on about it here.
What saddens me most, is that everyone is telling me that I'm within my rights, that she can't do this that and the other. But she IS doing it, and I feel physically sick here, I feel utterly stressed all the time. If I'm right and she's wrong, How come being right feels so fucking awful? (sorry for the language)
VK, no chance you can order up a skip-load of Karma on her arse can you?