I was back in Mississippi for a family event, when my mom’s phone rang. She answered it and then handed the phone to me. I was taken aback to find a collection agent on the other end of the line.
When my husband and I separated, I moved out of our apartment and moved in with some new girlfriends. I was told by him that he paid off the lease. Apparently, that was another lie.
The collection agent informed me I was in default on the lease and told me of all the credit repercussions that were about to befall me. I argued that my ex had paid off the lease. She argued that he had not. Judging from his past, it was more likely that she was right and I was wrong. She let me know she had tried contacting him and he basically just did not care about his credit and was not going to pay. So, the debt fell on my shoulders and on my credit score…about which I DID care. I asked her if we could meet when I got back to Denver and she agreed.
That was the icing on the cake the stripper would ultimately jump out of. There was just no way I could pay off what was owed on the lease, along with the credit card debt, with what I was making at the restaurant. When I returned to Denver, I made an appointment for an audition.