Closing the last wounds

My divorce was an easy one. Really. It was about as free and easy as a divorce can be. We are even still friends.

So please pardon my tiny bit of bitchiness if I sound that way.

The only time the word "asshole" comes to mind with regards to my Ex is when I look at my credit report. He did somethings that weren't exactly ethical in regards to utility accounts and our bank account. I've had to pay the price for being married to him, to the tune of a few thousand dollars of bad credit/bad debt (YES, I do realize this is tit. I know. Let me do my small bit of bitching here!).

I'm really happy right now, because I'm down to less than $500 left on my credit report in bad debt owed. I have every reason to believe that this will be paid off by the close of this year! The best part of this is that I've got my Ex to agree to pay off a part of this (I'm picking up cash on Sunday) that he is directly responsible for, to the tune of $140! So this amount is getting smaller by the day!

I feel like a whole elephant worth of worry about life is being lifted off my shoulders. I don't feel quite like as much of a loser as I did. I'm starting to think that maybe I can actually own a house again, and allow that dream to spark to life.

I'm getting there. Slowly and surely, I'm getting out from under this weight.

The last of those wounds, small though they were in comparison to most, are closing and healing up. There are still scars, but hey, that's part of life in our modern era. No one gets out unscathed, but if you work hard and are blessed, you stand a good chance of having just scars, and not seeping wounds!

Looks like I'm just gonna have scars.