“How dare you call me asking for money.” he said, even though he made it clear that I was to call about the $300 he said he’ll owe me three months earlier. “My priorities right now are being able to keep gas in my car so I can get to work. If you think that’s less important than paying you, I’ll give it to you right now. Otherwise, go away.”
That was it. Our final conversation. I sat in my bedroom in my parent’s house (which looked exactly as I had left it in high school) holding the phone for dear life, as if someone on the other end of the line was going to rescue me.
So that was that. $9000 in debt, no job, nowhere to live and completely heartbroken.
How did it come to this?