I’m needing something to break my way.
I haven’t had a break in a while.
For instance, last week I went to the dentist. I haven’t been in 2 years because I lost my dental insurance when I went off of Stanley’s benefits. Now I have dental insurance. I called and told the dentist that it had changed but the receptionist assured me that they take it. So, I go in for my cleaning, they take a bazillion x-rays, he tells me I need a crown and then says,
“When did you start grinding your teeth? You have cracks in 2 teeth.”
Well, I guess about the time I started the divorce process, Sherlock. He told me that he felt shammed because he has seen Stanley 4 times since I’ve been in (Stanley didn’t lose his benefits) and he didn’t tell him about the divorce. Well, Stanley’s communication skills are part of the reason I lost my benefits, Sherlock. I’m being unnecessarily mean, he was just concerned. So, I go out to the receptionist to make my next appointments and his receptionist says, “Do you want the good news or the bad news? The good news is your teeth are clean. The bad news is we don’t take your insurance after all. That will be $138 for today and the crown will run $850, shall we schedule for next week?”
Ummm, Gulp. NO.
I clearly can’t go back in there.
I will find someone my insurance does cover. Aargh.
Then I go into see the physical therapist.
Wow, my neck feels like a brick, really? I need to let go of stress? “Oh, and this is your last covered insurance visit, Mrs. _______. But we aren’t done with your therapy. I’m really worried if you stop now that your injury will regress. It will be $55 per visit for private pay and you need at least 3 times a week visits”.
Ummm. That ain’t gonna happen.
But the biggest stressor at this time is my car insurance.
Stanley and I have been with our insurance company since 1998. We got a letter after Christmas that we are being dropped for auto. BAD NEWS. We were still on the same policy and paying it jointly out of the house account until my car lease is up in May. It was in our agreement since I do the millions of miles of kid driving. So, we have to change the insurance prior to May after all. I start trying to get car insurance, and low and behold, I am a terrible driver. I got 2 tickets, one going 18 in a 15 school zone, and one for failing to change lanes for an emergency vehicle that was pulled over on the side of the road. The 18 wheeler that was in the left lane didn’t get a ticket for failing to allow me to move over but whatever. In addition, I hit a pole last year in June (I think I blogged about the pole incident, but whatever, I backed into a pole, stupid). In addition, Stanley took the van in prior to turning it back in when our lease ran out in 5/10 and had all the dings and little scratches fixed on it that were obtained in a crowded, tight, horrible, hospital parking lot. That should have been a Comprehensive claim, but no, it was listed as Collision, and oh yes, I’m listed as the primary driver. Although me and Ass Clown Stanley commuted to the hospital for several years during that time.
These insurance people have taken a perverse pleasure
in making me feel like a terrible driver.
And my car insurance is an exorbitant amount for several months until several of these drop off my record. Yesterday, I clinched my teeth, cried, begged, whatever, no matter, I’m screwed and not in a good way. I saw 2 accidents before I even got the girls to school yesterday and 2 more before I got them home in the afternoon. Every time I see someone on the side of the road and blue lights flashing I wonder about how their insurance agents will make them feel. I mean, I didn’t actually hit anything that was moving.
And I still have to have the talk with Stanley.
The asshole who refers to putting money in the house account as ‘giving away his money’. I don’t understand how he doesn’t see it as taking care of his children. I didn’t fertilize the eggs myself. I would think it was most men that suck (because I’m in a sexist mood and these insurance agents were men and I’m mad) but Al feels a great responsibility for taking care of his kids financially, in the manner in which they were accustomed pre-divorce. Whereas my bucket of fail Stanley feels like the kids will adjust to whatever we can provide and if it means they live in an apartment with bars on the windows while he drives a sports car then whatever.
I don’t like him one damn bit.
I did decide that if he is mean to me then I am going to tell him he owes me $5K for all the beer equipment he bought out of the joint account when he was establishing his lifestyle.
I know it is just life. I am truly blessed it wasn’t me in any of those accidents yesterday. I’m delighted and blessed that we are all healthy and I have all of the support in the world. But I could definitely use one tiny little break financially. Like a tax windfall or the lottery or something. I’m betting most divorced mothers grind their teeth.