For Four years, the husband tried to salvage your business. Tried to stop you from throwing money away on bad equipment, chasing after worthless clients, and stomping on what few good clients you had. Last January, it was clear you would never change your ways, so the husband said “Good bye and Good luck” and went off to finish his degree.
The little college the husband picked is awesome for his field of study, near to home, and affordable, but it doesn’t have a student health center and, by extension, does not offer health coverage.
Being a student myself (my school is big enough to offer nominal insurance for me only), the husband and I elected to continue the husband’s group coverage under the COBRA program, even though paying for it ate 15% of our monthly income. I would be done with school in about a year and could then land a job with insurance for both of us.
It came as no surprise when, 6 months after the husband left, we saw your sad little shop all boarded up. The landlord had locked you out for failure to pay the rent, the repo men had come for all the equipment you had leased, the franchise was sueing you for failure of contract. You have a few good qualities, Maggot-Brain Owner, but running a business is not one of them. We were sad to think that you had likely lost the house you refinanced when the business turned sour and that you were probably living in your daughter’s garage. But, no particular skin off our teeth.
But now, now you’ve graduated into being a full Maggot-brained Cum rag. See, because you spent more time tweasing your ass hairs instead of listening to sound advice, you went bankrupt. And, because you went bankrupt, the insurance plan that the Husband and I were paying for with 15% of our blood every month has now been retroactively cancelled. RETROACTIVELY, you pompus gas bag. Because retroactively goes all the way to 3 months ago, we now can’t apply for ANY new insurance plan without the Husband’s minor health issues counting as pre-existing conditions. 11 months out of the year, the Husband is healthier than a horse, but, every year, he gets a cold that requires a doctor’s visit. So, now that it’s been more than 60 days without real health insurance coverage, that sole doctor’s visit is going to prevent us from getting coverage for anything less than 20 or 30% of our monthly income.
And, while we frantically search for new coverage, the Husband is completely vulerable. If he gets into a car accident while trying to sort out this mess, he’ll be fucked.
Let me say that slowly: By being a crusted, gooey centered, parasite infested piece of smegma, you have put my husband’s health and our economic future in serious, real jeopary.
Fuck you.
And a similar fuck you to a company who takes 3 months to figure out their books.