Adding Insult to Injury

I received a letter in the mail recently from a lawyer.  Turns out that I am being sued by our marriage counselor for money that the insurance company allegedly did not pay to them; therefore, the counselor says we owe them an additional $450.  Because that makes sense.

I mean, really.  Are you kidding me?  Just jump right into my nightmare, the water is warm.  Not only is this absolutely ridiculous and completely unfounded, but come on...it's $450!  Seriously, this is worth your time, Dr. Failure?  Is it worth the paper you printed this letter on and the time you are spending to write it, Mr. Incompetent, Esquire?  And talk about adding insult to injury—I'm divorced because you didn't help us, and you want me to pay you more money for your therapy "services"?  The irony of it all is slightly funny, but still:  haven't I been through enough because of you, Doc?

Discussions with CB (Texas attorney, remember?) yielded the following advice:  I should fax back to Dr. Failure a copy of my divorce decree with a note saying, "This is what I think of your counseling, loser—you can take that $450 and shove it."  While it made me laugh, and that is all I want to do with this $450-demand letter, I bet that route isn't gonna work to get this lawsuit to go away.

Unfortunately, this letter means dealing with my ex-husband again.  Now technically, the ex could totally peace out and leave me with this to deal with on my own.  Because I set up the counseling (he was the busy one, I was trying to be a good wife), the account and the bills with Dr. Failure are all in my name only.  He is not suing us—he is suing me.  So far, I have managed to convince the ex that he should not leave this one all on me.  (It possibly has something to do with an angry telephone conversation in which he threatened to walk away and I threw in his face that I'm not sure how he can look at himself in the mirror after what he did to me already, and he shouldn't be able to call himself a human being if he leaves this on me, too.  Maybe.)

After all this, I decide I really do need a vacation.  CB thinks so too:

"Hope you are having a great weekend, and think about taking a trip before school starts.  I still propose Texas."

Don't judge me—Rowdy was the big instigator. I blame her completely for how this looks, but I can't help it; I need to get away, and I am definitely intrigued by the Texas invites. She booked our trip last night before I could change my mind. Texas, here we come!

Forever fearless,
Dumbfounded Divorcée