Over the past year, I have found (through Zabasphere) that I was getting hits on my Google account from some place in California. I was hoping that someone had been reading my blog and was considering making a movie out of it (I recently realized that the hits were probably coming from those turd-suckers at Citifinancial, because Citifinancial has decided to make my life a living hell, so they really are worse than turd-suckers; but that is another story for another post that I intend to devote wholly to Citifinancial).
Anyway, considering everything that happens in my life - the house, the failed marriage, the terminal illness of my estranged husband (who is playing beat the clock to get the divorce finalized before the hospitals come after me with his bills), and the treatment I have had all along by the ass-shats at Citifinancial - well, it sounds like a great movie, doesn't it? There is even romance in there, heartbreak, too, and some happiness. Oh, and of course the lesson, that I am still trying to learn (although, I am betting, part of it is to never, ever work with Citifinancial. Ever.)
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I'm really sorry to hear about your husband. I hope everything turns out fine for you with the house and everything else.
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