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DebtBoy
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Some years ago, I had a support obligation of $1,200 / mo. levied against me (thank you, Commonwealth of Massachusetts), at a time when I was unemployed, had major educational and commercial debt obligations, and no assets.
My lawyer at the time fished a few more thousand dollars out of me in order to appeal, waited a year to do so until the ORIGINAL judge returned from a year’s sabbatical, and stood bravely by my side as the judge upheld his ORIGINAL $1,200 / month judgment. (To his credit, my he seemed to take the news pretty well.)
Well, not until after several years (the first few spent at home, under the covers) unable to obtain and/or maintain worthwhile (i.e., financially remunerative) employment, have I only now begun to receive enough of the requisite help allowing me to even THINK about peeking my head out to see whether there were anything I could do about this situation.
Is there?
Remarkably, not only does my conception of “doing something about this situation” include such ludicrously unlikely items as a lowering of my outstanding obligation and a gentle payment schedule, but must be effected without my having to return to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts (not there’s someone wants to lend me the $60,000+ to hand them, that is).
One last thing.
A few years ago, my ex (also a lawyer) and her new husband got the message to me through my former lawyer (they work well together, I think) that the new hubby was prepared to adopt my children, thereby relieving me of any subsequent obligation. I didn’t do it (selling my children seemed, you know…loathsome) and I don’t know whether it is the sort of that could have been done without me—but the upshot of it is that the mounting debt may well have ceased continuing to mount some years ago, I just don’t know right now. At last check it was in the $60,000+ range, but that was a number of years ago.
What this amounts to, then, is my admittedly baffling conviction that some miracle solution COULD exist out there without my knowing it that will allow me to see my children again someday before the end of my natural life. It’s been approximately seven years now and I’m only now able to even BEGIN to face the day and see what, if anything, I can do. Of course, I’ve been operating under the assumption for years that it already WAS too late, so no bad news on this score could really surprise me too much.
Anyway, thanks for your input.
My lawyer at the time fished a few more thousand dollars out of me in order to appeal, waited a year to do so until the ORIGINAL judge returned from a year’s sabbatical, and stood bravely by my side as the judge upheld his ORIGINAL $1,200 / month judgment. (To his credit, my he seemed to take the news pretty well.)
Well, not until after several years (the first few spent at home, under the covers) unable to obtain and/or maintain worthwhile (i.e., financially remunerative) employment, have I only now begun to receive enough of the requisite help allowing me to even THINK about peeking my head out to see whether there were anything I could do about this situation.
Is there?
Remarkably, not only does my conception of “doing something about this situation” include such ludicrously unlikely items as a lowering of my outstanding obligation and a gentle payment schedule, but must be effected without my having to return to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts (not there’s someone wants to lend me the $60,000+ to hand them, that is).
One last thing.
A few years ago, my ex (also a lawyer) and her new husband got the message to me through my former lawyer (they work well together, I think) that the new hubby was prepared to adopt my children, thereby relieving me of any subsequent obligation. I didn’t do it (selling my children seemed, you know…loathsome) and I don’t know whether it is the sort of that could have been done without me—but the upshot of it is that the mounting debt may well have ceased continuing to mount some years ago, I just don’t know right now. At last check it was in the $60,000+ range, but that was a number of years ago.
What this amounts to, then, is my admittedly baffling conviction that some miracle solution COULD exist out there without my knowing it that will allow me to see my children again someday before the end of my natural life. It’s been approximately seven years now and I’m only now able to even BEGIN to face the day and see what, if anything, I can do. Of course, I’ve been operating under the assumption for years that it already WAS too late, so no bad news on this score could really surprise me too much.
Anyway, thanks for your input.