The Gift That Won’t Quit Giving
As everyone is well aware of I am a divorced single working mom trying to survive paycheck to paycheck and not lose my mind in the mean time. Well I had something happen last week that almost pushed me over the edge. I once again received another “gift” from my ex-husband that I fondly refer to as the Donor. That is basically all he is. I thank him all the time for giving me the gift of Tooters but that is the only thing that I want to keep from him.
I know I have ranted about it before but I just do not understand how someone can help create this beautiful and hilariously lively little girl then walk away without looking back. Unless, his mom forces him to have contact or he is trying to look good for his new woman in his life. But on the other hand I am selfish and get her all to myself to enjoy her everyday antics, frustrations, and love. He has had no contact with her for over a year now and not seen her face to face in three. As for child support, don’t even get me started on that one.
Anyways I was checking my email like I always do and I saw that I had an email from my old satellite company, Dish Network. I have been getting emails from them since I had service with them way back when I was married. I usually just delete it since I just figured they were advertisements trying to get my business again. This time was different the subject line read, “View your estatement now!”
What the hell?!?!?! What statement?? I have lived in Utah for over five years since leaving him and he was suppose to take my name off of all the bills. So of course I called the company and asked how they could bill me for service I have not had in that long. Here is what I got told,
“Well Mrs. Donor this is an outstanding bill for pay-per-view porn movies from 3 years ago. You will need to pay this immediately or else we will be forced to send it to collections and it will go on your credit report.”
Now here is the thing, I have been in my house for over 4 years with cable because I cannot attach a satellite to the house per my landlord. I, calmly as I could, explained this to them and even gave them the number to my cable to company if they wanted to verify that I have not even lived in the state of New Mexico since before the bill was accrued. I probably used a few words that I shouldn’t have, but I was so beyond pissed I could not help it. I think I could actually hear the first young lady on the phone blush a little bit. To you young lady I am really sorry.
Of course they declined and after I talked to several “supervisors” I got told they will do what they can to get my name off of the bill and send it to the Donor but they could not make any promises. That actually asked me for his address. I was at a loss for words by this point and told them just take the name off of the account and I do not watch smutt like that then hung up the phone before screaming and crying some more.
The crying part actually pissed me off some more. I know it is human to cry but I hate to personally because it feels like I am being weak. Then I get even more pissed off at the Donor because he made me feel this way. I usually let my pity party go on for a little while, pick myself back up, brush my tears away and regain my steel spine so I can continue on with my life. I refuse to allow him to have that much power over me. He had that power when we were married but not anymore!!!
So I have decided that this boil on the butt of humanity is like a bad gift that will not quit giving. I cannot even call the ass because I do not know where he is at right now. Really I don’t think he wants me to call him anyways because I have a lot of choice words for him that he probably does not want to hear.
I actually feel better getting the words out and ranting a little bit, so now I am going to go home take out my anger on some weeds that need to be pulled then curl up with Tooters and watch some television. If anyone out there runs into my ex please let him know that I am waiting for him with a ton of bills worth several thousands of dollar and a foot for his ass.