My friend is very sweet, and is extremely generous and kind. She’s also a great friend for me, because she’s one of those people who automatically keeps up contact, arranges get-togethers, and so on, and I tend to be a shy hermit.
But god. damn. I am pissed about her handling of her finances to no end. (Not to worry, as of this morning, I’m no longer involved whatsoever. I will disengage from this issue and not waste further energy on it, except to vent a bit here.)
So, as will be obvious to any outside observer, we made a mistake in trying to help this couple out with their money situation in the first place. Actually, it wasn’t too bad in the beginning. Some circumstantial stuff forced them into bankruptcy, and we gave them the money to pay the lawyer. We were fully prepared to treat it as a gift, but they did pay us back in full.
However, this past April, my friend told me her husband had not been paying the (already lowered by the court) mortgage, and she was trying to get him to deal with the bank and get it straightened out.
Guess what! Last week she called and told me that no payments had been made in all this time, and someone called her and asked about the foreclosure sale they saw advertised in the paper. :eek: Yet, she was not terribly concerned - her husband was dealing with the bank and finding out how much they had to pay, etc.
Well, even you, a stranger, surely can see that her husband is useless on this issue. He may even be mentally ill, I’m not sure, but it’s clear he can’t be trusted to handle this. Did I mention they have three children, who will be homeless as well if the house is seized?
So I agonized about how to delicately deliver a dope slap to her, and tell her that she needs to just deal with this crap herself, and not trust her husband AT ALL to do any of it. I worried I would make her mad and end the friendship, but decided that if I call myself her friend, I have an obligation to risk that.
So we had the conversation. She seemed OK with it. I set up with her that this morning we would both put our kids in daycare, and we would work together to call the bank, find out the real true payoff number, figure out if they had the money to pay that, and so on. Oh, and I would show her how to print out tax forms from irs.gov, so she could file their taxes finally, which they have an extension on, even though they’re due a large refund. :smack:
So I called this morning. She tells me that her husband is taking care of it all. He finished the taxes on TurboTax, but he hasn’t sent them yet. She doesn’t know why, but “he’s going to do it this morning.” Does she know exactly how much the bank wants? No. She does know that her husband is borrowing the extra money from his parents, but she doesn’t know when they will get it. There is one thing that she did find out, though: the foreclosure sale is set for this Wednesday. But, she says, it’ll all work out.
Oh, and then she told me that they are planning a week’s vacation at the beach, because they really need to de-stress.
So yeah, our kids can play together. We can hang out and talk about housekeeping, or diapers, or other mom stuff. But I refuse to even discuss their money situation, or for that matter, what an incompetent boob her husband is. Life is too short for this shit.