Never, ever, do real estate with the seller’s family. My husband and I decided to officially plant roots in Las Vegas by purchasing a house. Husband: Hey, guess what, a co-worker wants to sell her home! Me: Oh wow, what are the odds? Must be a blessing and meant to be! No. That’s not always the case. A few days ago, I sat silently while the real estate licensee (seller’s sister) tried to set up a meeting with my husband. Apparently, my credit hasn’t reached the mark yet, which is totally okay, but it’s like hey I’m still here. … Read more at the source.