And Then It Gets Better

Alas, this is supposed to be a hopeful post. So while you may have bad days and you may wallow in despair, hopefully the sun comes out again.

Today I still hate Jerry Lee. I still have no idea if he’s going to pay the rest of what he owes me. I guess I’ll be down at the plasma center in January after all.

Thankfully, I’ve been smart. Just this month I started putting $200 aside each time he paid me. My goal was to budget on spousal support and my job alone. He’s not paying the full support amount so I’m using some of the child support but only enough to make up the difference between what he owes and what he’s paying. The end result is I have $500 in another account. I can reduce my payments on my credit cards to minimum payments. And, I haven’t been spending every last dime I have so I do have a little bit of a cushion in my regular account. It’s not a whole lot but hopefully between those three things I will be okay until I can finally take that motherfucker to court.

I’m on solid ground once again with the mobster. I wasn’t ever really on rocky ground with him. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself and want things I can’t have. I’m absolutely serious when I say I would rather have our few weekends together than spending 24 hours a day with someone else. He is the best. He’s not going anywhere and I’m not going anywhere.

Rock Star was feeling better on Thanksgiving Day but she’s now saying she’s got UTI symptoms once again. I’m hopeful that eventually we will figure out what’s going on. Ultimately, the bill will get paid. Either the hospital will be willing to write it off because she’s a poor college student and I’m a poor single mom, or we’ll have to come up with a payment plan. I still have a little bit left in my HSA account and come January I should have around $1000 deposited into my account. That should help, although it will take every last bit of money for the year. I don’t know when that poor girl is going to get her wisdom teeth pulled.

I called the counseling center for Picasso. I got no answer and had to leave a message but I called. I’ll call again and again and again until someone helps my boy.

I may bite the bullet and call the new lawyer on Monday. I’ll see if they have time for me and how quickly they can file a show cause hearing. My financial guy set aside some money in case I needed it for legal fees so I have it. I didn’t want to use it because I don’t want to touch my 401k, but if I have to, I have to.

As for the garnishment process, well, it is what it is. Eventually it will be over. Hopefully that day comes before Picasso graduates. I’m only about 50/50 on whether that’s a joke or not. There’s no use in worrying about it. The wheels are in motion and I can’t stop it. If he gets to fuck me over once again by paying less in child support, well, what’s new? I will adjust. I have no choice.

In the meantime if he decides he’s going to be an asshole and not pay another dime until his paycheck is garnished and he has no choice then I’ll find those damn garnishment orders and send them directly to his company.

I’m not counting on him owing fifteen thousand in back support, although that would be nice. I’m not even counting on him having to pay a whole lot more. I think it will be enough to know that he can’t play these games anymore. Could he quit his job to get out of paying? I suppose he could, but I can’t believe Harley likes being poor. That’s why she dumped her first husband. I also can’t believe she’s willing to move all over and keep pulling her kids out of their schools and away from their friends. Then again, she’s a pretty crap-tacular mom so maybe she would.

Finally, I did get my high blood pressure medication. I called Friday morning and asked who was in charge. I explained that I had been trying to get it filled since Thursday the week before and I had called Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. She pulled up my records and told me it had been called in on Wednesday and they even had confirmation that it had been received. I’m sorry I thought Caroline might be a liar. I guess I am at fault because I did not call the pharmacy Wednesday evening; then again, every time before when I called in the hopes that maybe they just hadn’t called me I was told there was nothing there for me. Turns out they never called because they didn’t have my phone number. Why? I don’t know. I’ve used Walgreens forever. Regardless, I finally have it so between me letting go and refusing to worry and being able to take my medication, maybe my blood pressure will go down to a somewhat normal range.

Hang in there. The bad days come, but if you keep going they will eventually go away.

4 thoughts on “And Then It Gets Better

  1. This cancerian Mama was worried about you since your last post. I’m proud of you, Sam. You’re going around the obstacles instead of having to jump them. Two ways to make money: Earn it and Save it👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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    1. Thanks, Sophia. Neither of those ways really work for me. 🙂 I don’t make much and when I try to save it something always comes along to screw it up. Not to mention, if I’m saving it then that means my day to day life suffers.

      Oh well… I have a little surprise for Jerry Lee. I think he’s going to hate it.

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