I once checked my credit score with regularity and pride. It was nearly perfect. Then I got divorced. Now I don’t qualify for a loan on Chucky Cheese tokens. And I don’t care. I have two tiers of creditors: those who might get paid and those who ain’t ever getting paid. Medical providers, go ahead and write me off, I doubt you’ll go bankrupt and if you do, hey we may be in the same boat. Credit card companies, I’m trying to catch up, but y’all know how it be. Student loans- well y’all I have no net income right now so I can’t help you out either.
I’ve known women who got nothing from their divorce, women who got a shit-ton, and women who are somewhere in the middle. And we all in the same boat, y’all. But I think back to my college days when I threw away credit card statements without reading them, and I somehow survived with a credit score lower than what I pay my parents to live at their house since my husband kicked me out (zero).
Honestly, the first year of this divorce business is me trying to wear non-pajamas in public on the weekends, me trying to find a waterproof mascara that survives random crying jags, and me trying not to go to jail for punching loud chewers, which I’ve always struggled with but now have lost impulse control.
So in the big scheme of things, this whole owing everyone money thing is not on my top 100 list. Unless you owe the mob, a dealer, or Vegas, just say fuck it, I’m doing the best I can