The beautiful 5br, 5ba home shown in the headline photograph, is 7,000 square feet, with 15 acres of landscaped property, and it has an appraised value of $1.2 million. This house is located in a rural community, where all of the other houses are similar in size, amount of property, and $1 million price range. This was Trudy’s previous home. Here is another photo of the front:
Trudy’s husband has worked in the oil industry for almost thirty years. During his career, he and his family have had to move every few years, to where his employer needed him to be. As he and his wife worked, and paid for their family home, they had more and more equity in their home. Each time that they were required to move, and sell their house, with the increased amount of equity that they had built up, and the appreciated value of their home, they were able to move into a bigger, nicer, more expensive home, until they moved to Dickinson, North Dakota.
Trudy and her husband looked and looked for a home in the Dickinson area for a couple of years, after they moved here near the end of the oil boom. Money was not an issue, it was that the home prices were very inflated, for what they were. Even $500,000 houses in the Dickinson area, did not have very nice kitchens, cabinetry, bathrooms, flooring, layout, design, build quality, or landscaping. Here is a photo of her previous home’s bathroom:
Trudy and her husband were not looking to throw their money away. They were not going to pay $400,000 to $500,000 for a home that was not very nice, where prices were over inflated and would likely come down, in an area where people were proving to be unfriendly.
Like I said already, Trudy and her husband have had to move for his work many times in the past thirty years. Trudy has had to leave her friends, acquaintances, neighbors, and familiar communities many times to start over new some place else. This also used to involve re-enrolling her two daughters in new schools and helping them to adjust and get re-oriented.
This last time, here in Dickinson, it has been nearly impossible for Trudy to make friends, though she has tried. Like me, she has mostly experienced the local women sneering, scowling, and glaring at her with animosity and disapproval.
Most women, want and need to socialize with other women. They want someone to talk to, someone to visit with, someone to talk about their family with, someone to listen to them, someone to do things with. Trudy doesn’t have this in Dickinson. Most women would go insane, or leave. Some women would probably take out all of their anger, frustration, and unhappiness on their husband. Begging, pleading, or threatening him to get them out of Dickinson.
I sometimes write about how I wish that I could go back to a normal life. People from Dickinson don’t know what I am talking about, and people who live in other states don’t know what I am talking about. If you can’t make a picture in your mind from everything that I have written about and tried to explain, I suppose that you would have to live elsewhere, then live here in Dickinson in order to understand, and I don’t mean one week, I mean at least a whole year.
Once I found out where Trudy used to live, I then knew that she fully and completely understands the difference between living in Dickinson and living elsewhere. I complain more than Trudy does, but she has had to endure a much greater reversal of fortune, hardship, suffering, and deprivation than I have. I don’t see how she has not killed her husband yet, for taking her away from what she had, and bringing her here.
Here is a photo of what Trudy’s laundry room looked like:
Note: I am sorry for the dull picture quality, which does not do justice to the pristine, sharp, and perfect condition of the interior and exterior of this house. However, on the other hand, due to the poor picture quality, there is no way for anyone to be able to find out where this house is from any detail, in any of these photographs. This house could be anywhere, in any state.
I do not think that I have given enough detail to identify Trudy. Even if someone far away from Dickinson wanted to leave a comment, saying where this house is, I would not post this comment. The only people who could correlate this house to Trudy, are people who already know a great deal about her, and I would not be giving them any information that they did not already know.
2 thoughts on “This Was Trudy’s Home, Why Hasn’t Trudy Killed Her Husband?”
Oh, Trudy could be me! I moved to Dickinson 2 years ago. Gave up a beautiful home and yet to make a single friend here. I need to meet other “Trudies” like me!
“Trudy” is not her real name, her real name is similar to your name. I changed her name because Dickinson is such a small town, I did not want her identity to be discovered, because I did not want her and her husband to suffer negative consequences from saying anything about Dickinson. You need to know that Dickinsonians are suspicious and not very friendly to out-of-state people to begin with, and expressing an opinion or belief can get you into an even worse situation with them.
Trudy has been through a lot. Because of her husband’s work in the oil field, she has had to move out of her home, try to sell her home, try to find a new home, move into a new home, again and again and again, every few years. She had two daughters while she did this, having to change her daughters to new schools. Her daughters are in college now.
The last house that Trudy had, my photographs in this blog post don’t do it justice, it was a huge home, that had been remodeled and updated to perfection, in a very affluent, beautiful neighborhood, in a very good area. I don’t think that I could handle a loss like this, there is nothing like this house in Dickinson, nothing to replace it in Dickinson. But also, in this neighborhood where Trudy had lived, she would have had maybe 20 to 40 women who were her peers, similar in age, education, background, interests, income level, values, hobbies, and so on. She and her husband could have socialized with these people, done things together, traveled together, maybe their kids could have dated.
In Dickinson, men and women might talk about getting 33 inch tires, 20 inch wheels, and bigger exhaust on their diesel truck.