I talked
to Marcos yesterday. He says he doesn’t remember hitting the
pedestrian/cyclist, but he does remember talking to be about the bill I
received from the insurance company. He claims that he was in a dark
part of his soul those days and his actions were inexcusable. Finally
someone can admit that they screwed up besides me! I explained the
facts of the matter to the best of my knowledge. After I reviewed
the letter of collections and compared it to what I know now about personal
injury law, I would say the insurance company paid a liability claim to the
victim. Since there was no insurance on the vehicle at the time of
the accident because we had not purchased any yet, the insurance came after me
for reimbursement of the claim they had paid to the injured party. I
prepared a cover letter in Spanish along with all the documents I needed to
support my claim for repayment and mailed it to Marcos. Hopefully he
decides to make good on his debt because we really need the money.
I know
that my blog posts are defying the concept of chronological order, but since
when does anything in life have a clearly defined beginning, middle, and
end? My stress level is through the roof right now and it will only
get worse until Monday morning when we have a decision from immigration
officials in Ciudad Juarez. In response to my elevated level of
anxiety, I have had a tension headache all week. I am hoping to be
able to get away with Lizzy for a pedicure at the local nail salon this
weekend. I can’t go by myself or I’ll stress myself out even more
about a situation that I can’t do anything about. I hate having to
‘wait and see’. This is our lives, our family that is hanging in the
balance not some stupid telenovela where no one is ever happy! What
am I going to do if they say no? Do I just pack up and leave the
only life I’ve ever known, leave my family, and friends? Go to
Mexico where instead of Alberto living in fear of the USCIS here, we can all
live in fear for our very lives? How is that remotely fair to me and
our daughter? Don’t we have any say since we are US Citizens?
Alberto
is planning on leaving his house for Ciudad Juarez on Saturday. He
will be taking the bus, which he said is about a 24 hour trip. I
feel sorry for him because of how long the trip will take, but it was his
decision on how to go. We discussed the difference between a flight
there and the bus so apparently the place ticket was just too much to
handle. We have to see this process through to the very end. We’ve
invested so much time in the whole process, but the Attorney definitely got the
lion’s share of the money. The Attorney is a subject that I should
just avoid talking about, so that’s all I’ll say for now.
I know a
few people that are pregnant right now, so a popular topic has been baby names
and pregnancy oddities. It’s too bad that all the popular names are
the ones I like the best. Alberto is the one that chose Ashley’s
name; I had wanted to name her Bianca. I thought it was very
difficult to find some names to start with where I didn’t personally know
someone with that same name. Another difficulty is making sure that
the initials don’t spell anything, and the mean kids at school won’t have an
ugly nickname to call your child. Initials like C.A.T, or names like
Richard paired with awkward last name like Player who then become ‘Dick Player’
to all the mean kids at school around puberty. Cravings are a good
conversation starter (chocolate chip ice cream and buttered popcorn) and weird
situations (like the time I almost knocked over a display of pots at Macy’s
because I lost my balance while walking) often get everyone laughing.
This is a
good time to reiterate that I am not using anyone’s real name in this blog. EVER. Not
my own name, my husband’s name, our daughter’s name or anyone else’s
name. I’m just making up the names as I go, and if you don’t like
your blogged name, submit a change request with a $15 dollar fee and your
requested name.
Ciao
