At some point, a county court judgment was issued against me. This is never a good thing. I am fuzzy about the details, apparently it is to do with my most recent company paying me even after I quit. I never got around to calling them and telling them to stop, and eventually they stopped by themselves. I figured they’d send me a letter and I’d make some arrangements to pay it back. To be honest, this was naieve and stupid. I should have called them up the second I realized what was happening. Except I had other, much more serious things on my mind. Every month they’d pay me, and I’d fret about it for a few days, and then I’d forget it, thinking that surely it was ok, they wouldn’t do it again the next month.
The payments stopped, I breathed a sigh of relief, and expected a letter to drop through the door. It did. I put it aside to deal with. Another letter dropped through the door a week or so later, I didn’t even open it. I put it aside and added a few exclamation marks to that item on my to do list. This was also a mistake. This turned out to be the letter telling me if I didn’t pay with them within seven days they were taking me to court. I then got the notification from the court, demanding payment in full or a defense. I panicked. I had no money to pay them, I had no access to a lawyer for advice. In the 7 days they gave me to reply, I did nothing.
The next time I heard about it was when a high court representative with a warrant was standing on my doorstep. Make me a significant payment, he said, or I will come in your house and take all your things. You can’t do that!, I said. I can, he said, I’ve got a warrant.
I had no choice but to pay him a large chunk of our rent money, £500 worth. Now, I can’t pay the rent. The landlord came over yesterday and wasn’t very nice about it. I told him I’d pay it by the end of the week, I hope I’ll be able to, but I’m not convinced. I’m worried about what will happen if I can’t pay. We’ve lived here two years, have always paid the rent on time and he is being a total prick about it. I’m terrified we will be evicted. What will we do? Where will we go?
I lay in bed last night, trying to calm myself by telling myself that the universe will provide. The money I’ve been waiting on for over a month will come in, we will pay the rent, everything will be fine. But when I checked my account this morning,still nothing. Still nothing. I push the fear down.
Part of me is in denial. How can this be happening? Surely, it isn’t happening. I am not facing eviction with my kids. I am not so dirt poor as this. This just can NOT be happening. Yet, it is. Because I made a stupid mistake. Because my husband made a bigger, stupider, more costly mistake years ago and lost his job now. This is happening.
I look around at our belongings and try to imagine what will happen to them. Will they go in boxes? Will we be able to afford a storage container for them or will my husbands family take them? Will we live in our car? Will I lose my children? I am afraid. Every day, I am afraid. I am working as fast and as hard as I can to get my degree, so I can pull us out of this horrible hole, yet I can’t seem to work hard or fast enough. It is soul destroying, and more and more frequently I wonder if there is a point? I seem not to be able to do this, to manage this, to do anything properly. I should not be in this place. My kids should not have to live their lives under a cloud of uncertainty, which is invisible to them, but there all the same. I wonder what would happen if I died. My parents would take them in, or my siblings. Even my husbands parents would take him and them in while he got on his feet. They wouldn’t suffer or go into foster care. Perhaps they would even be better off, without me and my chronic fear and depression. My crying, and not being able to buy them anything they need.
This is stupid I know, I could never leave them like that, how horrible. But, in the depths of night, when I am terrified and gripped by self pity, it is sometimes the option that seems best for everyone.
I miss my counsellor, who is so good at making me realize how silly I’m being, at giving me perspective.