Just found out today that I did everything wrong according to our attorney.
Apparently, I was supposed to anticipate that my dad would schedule the initial payoff to Andrew the trailer troll for last Wednesday. How, I don't know, since my dad never tells me anything. I had an eye appointment on Wednesday, and I sure as hell wasn't about to cancel it for that piece of crap.
But of course, that was wrong. According to my attorney, I should have been able to anticipate what was going on, because according to him, I "knew for days". Right. Because I had a crystal ball at my disposal.
And then apparently, the next day, I screwed up, because I took some time between my therapist appointment and my appointment with wound care (yeah, my leg again), and tried to meet him. But I didn't want to meet him at the house in order to pay him off, because I didn't want Cathy freaking out again as she always does whenever she sees that we're paying somebody who isn't her. So I arranged to meet him at the Taco Bell on 82nd and Johnson Creek, and I messaged him when I got there. He kept me waiting for the better part of an hour, until I couldn't wait another second and absolutely had to leave, and then he messaged me back saying he hadn't seen my text messages because his ringer was off.
But according to my lawyer, that doesn't mean anything, and I just love drama.
You know. Because trying to avoid being seen by the dramatic people doing stuff that will cause them to be dramatic is always an indicator of me being a drama queen.
I couldn't go down Friday, because I was my mom's ride to her eye appointment. Saturday, Dad wouldn't let me drive down, because he was trying to meet up with K
Cathy and Dave to talk about the money they owe us and the money we owe them. So I ended up going back down Sunday, and meeting him at the corner store to hand him the money order, so that we wouldn't be seen by the drama squad.
All of which means he is now demanding another five days added to the deadline, and not only is our attorney strongly recommending that we do it, he gave me a whole big long lecture about what a drama queen and an іԁіоt I am.
And then my mom wonders why I have such a rotten attitude today.
But of course, that was wrong. According to my attorney, I should have been able to anticipate what was going on, because according to him, I "knew for days". Right. Because I had a crystal ball at my disposal.
And then apparently, the next day, I screwed up, because I took some time between my therapist appointment and my appointment with wound care (yeah, my leg again), and tried to meet him. But I didn't want to meet him at the house in order to pay him off, because I didn't want Cathy freaking out again as she always does whenever she sees that we're paying somebody who isn't her. So I arranged to meet him at the Taco Bell on 82nd and Johnson Creek, and I messaged him when I got there. He kept me waiting for the better part of an hour, until I couldn't wait another second and absolutely had to leave, and then he messaged me back saying he hadn't seen my text messages because his ringer was off.
But according to my lawyer, that doesn't mean anything, and I just love drama.
You know. Because trying to avoid being seen by the dramatic people doing stuff that will cause them to be dramatic is always an indicator of me being a drama queen.
I couldn't go down Friday, because I was my mom's ride to her eye appointment. Saturday, Dad wouldn't let me drive down, because he was trying to meet up with K
Cathy and Dave to talk about the money they owe us and the money we owe them. So I ended up going back down Sunday, and meeting him at the corner store to hand him the money order, so that we wouldn't be seen by the drama squad.
All of which means he is now demanding another five days added to the deadline, and not only is our attorney strongly recommending that we do it, he gave me a whole big long lecture about what a drama queen and an іԁіоt I am.
And then my mom wonders why I have such a rotten attitude today.
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