Years ago, my hubby filed for bankruptcy. We had department store debts. We were between moving, selling a home, and my hubby’s employment. We gathered our loose change and paid our Ohio bankruptcy lawyer. Not long after, I started getting bills for the one store debt in both our names. After collection agencies tried to get me to pay, I got a court date. The bankruptcy lawyer said the store, nor the collection agencies could pursue me.
By the time I was in front of a judge, the judge reiterated the debt had been my hubby’s. The judge asked of my employment, then said agencies may continue to contact/harass/haunt me, but they can do nothing. I was reminded this would be tiresome, but not to concern myself at all.
Recently, I got another call from a collection agency and I asked if they had my court ruling date in front of them. They said yes. I was told the court date was four years ago: making the bankruptcy at least five years ago. It’s been a blur. I think that bankruptcy was seven to eight years ago.
The analytical me wants to conclude that God is having us wait for the closing of house number one so we can get hardship papers signed and mailed back. This old, haunting affair will be buried and we can move forward without any agencies possibly putting liens on anything I might ever sell.
If this is the case, I say, “Good job, God!!”