I feel like a shadow boxer – always ducking and looking over my shoulder for the next smack upside the head. It came today, in the usual manner, sucking the strength out of my body.
I ran home at lunch today to grab a paper I had forgotten on my desk. From the driveway, I could see a note stuck to the front door and assumed UPS had tried to deliver something. Then I remembered that I had gotten everything I had recently ordered. My steps slowed as that realization washed over me and by the time I reached the front step my brain was screaming “this won’t be good”. It wasn’t. Dear hubby is being served a “civil paper” by the local sheriff’s office. Lots of stuff raced through my mind but nothing concrete as a reason for this type of service. I immediately call dear hubby to ask if he’s in any legal trouble I should know about and he seemed eerily calm. “Must be somebody suing me for money”, was his answer. Ummm, no, it’s not. He and I were sued 6 months ago by a collection agency and the sheriff’s office had NOTHING to do with any of that paperwork. I ended the conversation with a “well, let me know” to which he said “bye” and hung up on me.
My suspicions by this time were sufficiently aroused that I called the sheriff’s office myself. The kind lady who answered the phone said that all type’s of paperwork were served in that way and it could be anything from:
Wonder if I will ever find out what’s really going on.