Today was the trial date for the legal mess my mom got me embroiled in. I had to fill out a bunch of paperwork for my attorney and have it notarized including copies of my driver's license, social security card, and examples of my signature for handwriting analysis.
I'm hoping the lawyer doesn't come back wanting a huge sum of money, but if he does, I'll pay it somehow. I refuse to ask my parents for another cent, even though I should never have had to pay all this money out to a lawyer in the first place.
I'm hoping the whole case gets thrown out, erased from my credit report, and this will be one less thing I have to worry about.
Of course, part of the paperwork I had to fill out was about prosecuting the thief. You know what, I just don't care anymore. If they want to prosecute, let them. I already told my brother I was tired of all of this. I'm tired of being the scapegoat, and I'm tired of paying for someone else's mistakes.
So what happens will happen. Everything happens for a reason, and I think the reason I found out about this mess was to give me the incentive to leave.