SHHHHH

So, it’s after 9 o’clock pm and finally I get a chance to complain. Wasn’t that the challenge I took on with my bestie.

It all started innocently enough when I was going through emails related to our attorney. It was a new billing cycle, but something strange caught my eye—there were no amounts due. The odd thing was, earlier they’d sent an email saying we owed a certain amount, which didn’t make sense. After all, we’d already provided them with a retainer. So, I did what anyone would do in that situation: I sent an email to the billing department asking for clarification. Fortunately, they responded and cleared things up.

Then, just this evening, I mentioned to my husband how strange it was that we kept receiving new bills, but they showed no balance due. He looked at me and said, “I thought you said you already paid it.” That’s when I had to correct him—I never said that. I reminded him of the email exchange I’d had with the attorney’s office regarding the outstanding bill. However, he didn’t seem to recall that conversation. Why? Because he had actually gone to their office in person to inquire about the same bill. By the time he did, we’d already received the clarification, so his trip was, in a way, redundant.

This situation, however, wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Just last week—or maybe it was the week before, since it’s only Tuesday now—he brought up a conversation about a friend of mine who’s trying to save money. He told me how much she’d set aside, but when I looked into it, I realized his figures were completely off. So, I started taking screenshots of the deposits and all the payments I had made on her behalf. I wanted to show him where the discrepancies were. But his response? “Don’t worry about it now.”

Two things have become painfully clear: either he’s losing his mind, or I am. I honestly can’t tell which one is more likely. It feels like no matter what, it’s a lose-lose situation. And to be honest, I just don’t have the energy to address it.

As I sit here, furiously typing out my thoughts—because I’ve only got about an hour to vent—I realize that my hour is almost up. Wait a minute… as I said in my last blog post, maybe it’s just a challenge. Maybe, just maybe, I should flush the challenge down the drain and move on.

Thanks for listening to my venting, I appreciate it.