So my soon-to-be-ex has apparently been talking to the mortgage company about reorganizing our loan and they denied our request. He is now talking to his friend who is in law school about declaring chapter 7 bankruptcy.
Chapter 7!!!!!! Holy fuck!!
The moment I think I’m at the bottom of the barrel, something WORSE happens! Years of shitty credit? NO THANK YOU!
Who knew the barrel was so deep?
When will I find the bottom, and what’s down there? Sexy men with lots of money, I hope.
Or a tireless massage therapist, that would be good too. Especially if there are footrubs included in said massage. Boy, could I ever go for a good rubdown.
And you know what I will miss most? My car.
You are right about missing the car.
I miss mine more than I ever imagined possible.
It’s the worst emotional pain I’ve felt since my puppy died almost 5 years ago, now.
I keep seeing the car I’m stuck driving now as “punishment”. For what, I don’t know.
I’d so trade you for babysitting time! I wish that we lived closer!