Last Friday when I hung up with the loan investigator it was 2:10 in the afternoon. He was based in Massachusetts and between the phone call with me and the end of his day he wrote a letter. This aforementioned letter arrived in my mail today. Can you guess what it said? Can you?
They denied my claim.
So the three loans (which apparently my math was wrong on before) are for $7,500, $7,500 and $15,000......leaving me to pay $30,000 for Mr.3's education. I plan to appeal, as soon as I can find out what I need to do. But honestly, I don't hold out much hope.
I am not sure how I feel. Libby and Jimmy were here when I opened the mail. All I could do was to pull back into myself and be quiet. I might have teared up a bit, but I haven't cried...yet. I guess that I feel like I have regressed backwards...just when I was starting to feel that I would be able to handle things again...to handle school.
Adding his total to my total of student loans, this sets me up to be paying back close to $90,000 in student loan debt. This means three jobs for a very very long time. This also means that I will not be able to afford to work less as I try to study for my comp exams.
And of course, according to the police, I am not a victim. The loan company is the victim....so why am I the one left paying? Because the world is a fundamentally unfair place.
I know that there is more that I want to say....but my mind is turning to mush. Please god, let there be no more hang-ups with the divorce....at least let me be rid of that.