Black black heart you fucking grinch!
Mr. Morgan's identity has been stolen and they wiped out our entire bank account. Every last Christmas dime and cruise savings. It was substantial.
Not even enough left to buy a taco for supper, they took each and every cent and know enough personal information on Mr. Morgan to wreck the fuck out of his stellar credit.
You bet I've been crying over it, frantic over it and otherwise spitting the angry fire of someone who has been victim of fraud. Each emotion is taking turns.
I'm sure we will get it sorted out, but it will cost us money, and most likely not happen before the holiday, for which presents were bought, yet the funds had already been stolen so are probably not coming.
And Mr. Morgan's car was broken into in our driveway. He didn't feel it prudent to tell me. /beat. Or call the police. /beaty-beat-beat. I guess I need to explain the definition of communication, then ask why it didn't ever-so-happen-to-be-mentioned! I am calling the city police to request more patrol cars (I know.... who WANTS the police around right?) because I am sick to fuck of the vandilism and bullshit foolery going on in a nice neighborhood. I know your children are bored, I will buy them games to play once I get our money back if it will stop this shit because I am angry enough to risk getting injured if I catch one more bastard being illegal in my sight.
They stole Christmas! We had already pre-chosen to not get a single gift for eachother so we could squirrel for a cruise next year and they stole that too. I don't appreciate having my dreams ripped out from under me, no matter if it's how life goes sometimes. I don't go to my pain in the ass job to work for free! That's my blood money and I want it back! Now! Now! Now!
Mr. Morgan isn't too upset, or is hiding it, where I am flailing and livid and have no faith in the bank - even though he assured me they would return the money as it was their fuck up. Riiiiiight, anyone ever visited a bank? Ever seen how fast they serve customers and their deep fascination with the quality level of service? He is very high on drugs to think they care. We are good honest people, and I know that doesn't exclude us from the depravity of selfish theives, part of me wants to think it should exempt us from this crap, but I do know better, it's just deflating to shift from a happy, hopping mindset to the world we are in. I like my world much better. Plus there are talking frogs there.
Right. So bummer. We planned for a skinny holiday, so sorry to all who don't receive a gift, we didn't plan for anyone to moonlight as my husband. In this sense, imitation is not a form of flattery.
Oh, and I got pulled for Jury Duty... ya know, for fun because I'm the best pick to have yawning in a seat, unable to snap photos and entertain herself.
Merry Christmas you fucking sack.
-DM
Not even enough left to buy a taco for supper, they took each and every cent and know enough personal information on Mr. Morgan to wreck the fuck out of his stellar credit.
You bet I've been crying over it, frantic over it and otherwise spitting the angry fire of someone who has been victim of fraud. Each emotion is taking turns.
I'm sure we will get it sorted out, but it will cost us money, and most likely not happen before the holiday, for which presents were bought, yet the funds had already been stolen so are probably not coming.
And Mr. Morgan's car was broken into in our driveway. He didn't feel it prudent to tell me. /beat. Or call the police. /beaty-beat-beat. I guess I need to explain the definition of communication, then ask why it didn't ever-so-happen-to-be-mentioned! I am calling the city police to request more patrol cars (I know.... who WANTS the police around right?) because I am sick to fuck of the vandilism and bullshit foolery going on in a nice neighborhood. I know your children are bored, I will buy them games to play once I get our money back if it will stop this shit because I am angry enough to risk getting injured if I catch one more bastard being illegal in my sight.
They stole Christmas! We had already pre-chosen to not get a single gift for eachother so we could squirrel for a cruise next year and they stole that too. I don't appreciate having my dreams ripped out from under me, no matter if it's how life goes sometimes. I don't go to my pain in the ass job to work for free! That's my blood money and I want it back! Now! Now! Now!
Mr. Morgan isn't too upset, or is hiding it, where I am flailing and livid and have no faith in the bank - even though he assured me they would return the money as it was their fuck up. Riiiiiight, anyone ever visited a bank? Ever seen how fast they serve customers and their deep fascination with the quality level of service? He is very high on drugs to think they care. We are good honest people, and I know that doesn't exclude us from the depravity of selfish theives, part of me wants to think it should exempt us from this crap, but I do know better, it's just deflating to shift from a happy, hopping mindset to the world we are in. I like my world much better. Plus there are talking frogs there.
Right. So bummer. We planned for a skinny holiday, so sorry to all who don't receive a gift, we didn't plan for anyone to moonlight as my husband. In this sense, imitation is not a form of flattery.
Oh, and I got pulled for Jury Duty... ya know, for fun because I'm the best pick to have yawning in a seat, unable to snap photos and entertain herself.
Merry Christmas you fucking sack.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
5:09 PM
3 Comments:
I'm so sorry for both of you. If there is any way at all that I can help, please let me know. I'm not sure what I could do, but even if you just need a virtual hug...or help making snap bead necklaces.
It's ok, I'll sit on the corner with a can. There is one outside the front door now.
We'll be ok, the bank has fixed some of it, but with all that processed in the interim, who knows what we need to do for the overdraft charges that incurred during the fraud.
Btw, Kritsalove and MissNev, your gifts went through before all this, so watch your mailboxes. Thank you for the thoughts.... what a fucking nightmare. -DM
that is so horrible. dont even know what to say. i love u.
x o
akorn
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