A couple days ago I wrote about my feelings on losing my home to foreclosure. When I first lost my job, years ago, I wrote about it here. Here's the next chapter.
"The ship of the American Dream has wrecked, slammed into the iceberg of the recession. We hung on as long as we could, but 40% of the compartments were breached. Too much to hold on. We missed a couple payments, and the bank refused from that point on to deal with us honestly.
We offered to resume payments immediately provided they could give us an assurance that they would not foreclose on us while we were working on making up the deficit. No dice, they said. 'I can’t guarantee that the foreclosure department won’t move on it.'"
Edit: as the commentors have asked that I post the entire article here, it's now available over the jump.
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