Disclaimer: I apologize in advance for this post. Once I had one idiom, I couldn’t stop.
I think most people know the Mephistopheles background, but if you don’t, here’s the basics:
- He’s my exfiance.
- I think he was a pathological liar. (His lies have forever scarred me. I trust no one and question everything.)
- While he and I were together, my self esteem plummeted. We’re talking hit negative numbers.
- I cosigned on his truck loan, and after we broke up, he totaled it and I got stuck paying an arm and a leg, also known as several thousand dollars. (And this is how I learned one of life’s most valuble lessons: NEVER EVER put your name on anything with anyone unless you’re married.)
- In January 2009, out of the blue, I received one check for the truck money. It coincided with a visit from a Security Clearance Investigations Officer.
Now that you’re all caught up on the past. Let’s flash forward to the present. He and I have had no contact until about a month ago when I received a text saying that he’s going to start mailing me checks. I don’t actually believe him. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, you know?
I do receive a check (that clears!) and no visit from investigator.
I just deposited check number 2, and it cleared! What’s with his sudden eagerness to pay me back? I hope he’s turned over a new leaf, or maybe he got a taste of his own medicine? But can a leopard really change his spots? Oh well, at least I’m getting my money back!
Italy, here I come!