Those who have known me for a while, know that I really went through it with my (last) ex-husband, and finances. What a disaster I lived through for a number of years!
It’s a joke among friends that I never just say “my ex-husband,” because God knows……. I’ve had enough of them that you won’t know which one I’m talking about, so they each have a code name. #1 is known as “my first husband.” # 2 is known as “my kids’ dad.” And, the most recent one, # 3 is fondly referred to as “the financial fuck-up.” That pretty well summed it up!
My current man, thank goodness, has it “together” financially. Well, actually in every way- which is why his “code name”- given to him by my close friends is “Mr. Perfect & Wonderful! Quite a change from husband #3!
During that oh-so-wonderful time of my life, while married to The Financial Fuck-up calls from bill collectors was a daily occurrence. Not something I’ve had to deal with once I got out on my own (and paid off the debt he’d run up in my name). Not something I plan to ever encounter in the future (knock on wood). But, deal with it, I did. Too many times, and for FAR too long!
There is absolutely nothing worse than the feeling of the bill collector on the phone, or worse yet——— knocking at your door. OK, maybe the feeling you get when you are having people over and the electricity gets shut off while they are there. THAT’S not a really good feeling. That’s kind of a really-embarrassed-and-feel-like-a-loser feeling. That one is followed closely by the feeling you have when you look out the window, and one of your vehicles is being towed away, having just been repossessed. I’ll be honest. None of it makes you want to hum a happy little tune when you are living through it.
But, as with all things in life, you might as well find the funny side of it! I thought things had gotten a little to serious around here, so it was time for a little laugh!
Therefore……….. please let me share with you my “bill collector” story………