Don’t Mess with Me

I felt so exhilarated yesterday, I even gave my dog a high five! I have been working with my son on his student loans for college. He has been trying to go to college and the whole student loan situation has been put on hold (okay, I don't need to say student loan this many times, but I am sick of seeing the same ads for cleaning and marriage counseling, and I thought if I put the words college and student loan I might actually get a change of scenery to the right of my blog).

Anyway, I came upon some information through a friend about having my son apply for a private student loan to cover the college expenses that I couldn't cover (which my ex – my first ex, and my son's dad would need to co-sign for). This would take the burden off myself (as well as make the college payment issue more amenable to his father, one of the cheapest men on the planet). I told my son that this would be the last chance; if his father didn't go for this, then my son would need to stay here for a year and work until he and I could both afford his school, which, I must confess, really makes my blood boil because his father has a six-figure salary and a house that is now fully paid for and he can damn well afford to pay for his son's education. But I digress.

So, I put the information in a packet for my son to bring to his dad. And, of course, as soon as he received it, his dad was on the phone with me, claiming he didn't understand the information (which meant he still wasn't willing to pay). But I wouldn't back down. He kept asking me to explain, and I would explain and he still claimed he didn't understand. Finally, I blew up and called him dense (or something like that) and I think he realized I wasn't going to give up. And then, finally, he agreed to co-sign my son's loan. And now my son is actually fulfilling his dream and going to his first choice of college.

And I stood my ground. I am so proud of me right now.