Kind of a similar thing happened when I bought the '63.
I had just bought a '64 K truck that was rotten in every conceivable place. Wife wasn't happy. Only thing left from that truck is the front axle that's now in the '63.
I then bought a '62 sight unseen. Turned out to be a very poor body swap onto an old burb frame. I didn't even tell the wife about that one 'til a year later.
Then there was the '63.Up in Oregon South of Portland. Had sent a deposit of 3k on the truck. I got there and there was way more repair needed than I was led to believe. No plane ticket and no refund of deposit possible, it took near 24 hrs to make it to Redding, where I'd be trailered the remaining 6 hours home.
In the end, after getting through the whole "selling the milk cow for some magic beans" thing with the Wife, I set about turning a few wrenches on the neglected old truck. Really didn't even like it so much anymore but I had to get it running and at least out of the driveway.
Fast forward, 12 years. I really dig the truck now. I still have odds and ends to finish but fairly sure that there will always be something to do on it. Wife and kids consider it as part of the family (kinda like an ugly, but lovable dog) and two of my kids argue about which one Im gonna give it to when I die. (That was a kind of crappy conversation to overhear
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My point is, while I was sitting in the bed, getting sunbaked in a Redding gas station just after buying it, trying to figure out how I was going to tell the Wife that I just dropped a bunch of scratch on a lemon, I was seriously thinking of just leaving the damn thing there and setting it on fire - Now, I can't really bear the thought of selling it. Its only taken me 12 years to get to this point
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Hopefully you can have some good come out the deal one way or another.