Reminds me of the process I was going through as I tried to buy myself a new house that I could move into once I was divorced--until then, we were in the same house and it felt like an armed truce with a DMZ. I would sign the papers as soon as the divorce went through, so I could sign them by myself. My soon-to-be ex knew I was doing this, but I was trying to not make a difficult situation worse by waving it in his face. The realtor knew to leave messages on my cel phone, etc. So we had the offer accepted, everything was ready to go as we awaited the closing which would follow the divorce, and some Coldwell Bankder "Concierge" called and left a bright as sparkly message on the home answering machine saying "Congratualations on buying the new house at XXXX Big Dipper and I want you to know that we're here to help you with all of your closing and moving needs. . ." I was livid that this twit, some woman unknown to me, called and broadcast my personal business (which of course the ex heard before I did). He dug his heels in and life was hell after that, and I called and left a message for the concierge that let her know in no uncertain terms how damaging and unwelcome her call had been. I got an email the next day with a tiny little "sorry." The house fell through after that, because his attorney wouldn't get the papers to me in time. Coincidence?

SRS