Whack-a-mole
Identity theft keeps plaguing me. It's amazing how much my ex was able to do in my name. The cops won't pursue any of it. But every now and then I get my hopes up.
Yesterday I found out he'd opened an account in my name. After going through hoops to prove that I am really me I finally got the bank to cooperate. They admitted this was an obvious case of identity theft.
Okay. So, bank fraud? Maybe this is finally something...
Then I'm looking through my divorce papers and I see that he had listed that bank account. Somehow I hadn't noticed that he'd put down that we had a joint account. I thought it was his sole. The lawyer I paid $26,000 to do nothing hadn't noticed, either.
Anyway, this loser. He spent almost half his entire income at the casino and he's whining to me about child support.
I'm filing bankruptcy soon to hopefully wipe away all this debt he's accrued in my name. There will never be justice, it seems. But then there is. Because I don't have to live with him anymore, and he still has to live with his sh#tty self.
So I guess I win.