Time For Vodka Tonics w/a Twist of Lemon

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Nine]

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Oke, so remember When Life Hands You Lemons?

It’s storytime.

But first the news:

Let’s start with the punchline, eh?

I forgot to pay a bill, it went to collections, then to small claims court.

The twist is that I was sick while all this was happening, so when I received the summons, I wasn’t surprised, just a bit disappointed.

The sucker punch is how triggering all the legal documents were.

I was involved in a criminal case AND a civil case in the States – the former dropped by a District Attorney, but not before a hearing judge ruled in my favour that there was enough evidence to go to trial, and the latter lasted five years.

The twenty-eight page summons, in Dutch, referencing €25,000, freaked me the fuck out.

I ran to a lawyer.

Who translated the whole thing. And gave me legal advice. And proposed next steps to resolve based on possible scenarios. For an hour. For free.

I could pay €203 by 13 December and the charges would be dropped.

No court.

Or I could go to court on 15 December to protest. And possibly pay an additional €124, depending on how the judge ruled.

I did research. Nope, totally no matching payment to Zalando (yup, this is over a pair of pants).

But.

I paid double to the collections agency. In February.

I call the bailiff (the group taking me to court on behalf of Zalando). Can I speak English? No, I don’t have a reference number.

“It’s better if you email us.”

Fine. I email in English and Dutch. Here’s proof of payment. How do we move forward.

They reply within a few hours, “Client indicates that the payment was for another file.”

And I absolutely CRASH.

Crumble. To. The. Floor. HOWLING.

I haven’t cried like that in years. Not since the original trauma / trials / recovery.

P advises I just pay it.

But I’m crying because of the fucking injustice.

Is the Netherlands as corrupt and awful as the States?

I thought I lived in a safe, just, FAIR country?!?

I calm down a bit. I dry my tears. I work a bit. I walk a lot. I eat an entire box of chocolates.

And I reply, “Voor welk ander bestand was de betaling bedoeld? Ik heb geen enkele andere relatie of enige schuld aan Alektum, daarom kan de betaling alleen betrekking hebben op het enige dossier dat ze hebben voor ons huishouden.”

English: “What other file was the payment intended for? I have no other relationship of any debt to Alektum, therefore the payment can only relate to the only file they have for our household.”

No response.

By the end of the day, I’m no longer broken and bleeding, I’m PISSED with SWORD DRAWN.

And then I wrote that post.

That night I ruminated hard – was up for hours with a racing mind – just like when I was in the midst of the civil suit years ago – but this morning when the alarm went off, while I wasn’t exactly ripped out of bed, I growled, set my shoulders, and I’m ready to fight.

Over pants. Yeah.

But also, for a criminal case dropped because of “he said she said” bullshit in the state of Tenneessee. And for a civil case dropped because we ran out of money and wanted to move on with our lives.

For justice.

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An Obscure Update Because That’s Where We Are

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Eight]

I’ve got a LOT going on right now.

And I thought I figured everything out on Friday, but then it occurred to me that I can look at my own bills and bank statements and such and … there really was only one missed payment.

And I have to go to court if I want justice.

But first the news:

A hill that I knew was important to me, but that I didn’t realize I’d rip apart the universe for, is injustice. This is the psychological equivalence of discovering I have big eyes, the better to see you with.

It makes sense, of course.

I have experience with injustice.

I just had no idea it was enough to make me rage against the machine.

And grow big teeth, the better to eat you with.

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I Do Not Recall Those Events, Senator

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Six]

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It seems that I may have figured out the source of all the confusion, but I won’t know until a few documents arrive and I promise PROMISE to get more specific as soon as this is all resolved.

In the meantime, no, I’m not getting much sleep lately, cause of the rumination, so the five a.m. kicking ass and taking names until further notice.

But first the news:

I just … look forward to … all this being resolved.

And I REALLY look forward to the appointment with my therapist on Tuesday.

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Ripped Out Of Bed

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Five]

Actually, no, the rumination last night was super intense and I’m not sure how much actual quality sleep I achieved – when the alarm went off this morning, I seriously almost rolled over and snoozed until second alarm.

But, see, rumination that keeps you awake all night, KEEPS YOU AWAKE IN THE MORNING.

After I don’t know how long, I rolled out of bed, growled, set my shoulders, drew my sword, and am ready for another day of fights.

But first the news:

I’m so totally sorry to be vague posting, but I’m not sure of the Dutch laws and I’m somewhat flying blind, but I will say that yesterday I completely crumbled. To the floor. Sobbing on the shoulder of my partner.

And by the end of the day, I was PISSED with metaphorical SWORD DRAWN.

I blame the hormones.

And I do hereby promise to get you the full story as soon as it’s resolved.

Or, fuck it, I’ll post the whole story once I’ve spoken to a few of my Dutch friends.

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