I got a lovely call today. A collection agent - which, to be honest, is nothing new. A fantastically fun byproduct of my divorce. He gets to walk away debt free because mommy and daddy paid off his debts while he sits in jail and I get saddled with credit card bills, car payments, student loans, collection agents, a foreclosed house, the entire cost of raising four kids AND... drum roll please....
When X brought that gun to my house I got away with a separated shoulder and my foot was broken in two places. The medical bills were supposed to be paid by Labor and Industries from a victims relief fund. I was told the bills were paid. I come to find out tonight that they never were and I've been sent to collections for a total of over $3000.00 in hospital bills.
I don't have three grand. I don't have a grand. I don't have a spare twenty bucks. I also don't have the desire to keep messing with this crap day in and day out. I just want some god damned peace. I want one freaking day where I don't have some new and hideous fall out to deal with. One day without finding out there's something else coming around to bite me on the ass.
I'm not sure what my options are. The collection agent was very kind. She made notes, took down my identification number and case number and said she would work on it on her end. I may have to contact the state and try to reopen a case with them. She wanted to be honest with me though that these cases, once denied are seldom paid after the fact.
So once again... I get screwed. Screwed by the X. Screwed by the system. Screwed by the in-laws. I'm ready to cry.