Okay, so I'm not going to get super negative and detailed in this blog post because I've been so filled with excitement and joy and all that good awesome feeling stuff since December and the new year in general, but I'm asking for prayers (from those of you that pray) and good luck vibes sent my way. Please.
For those that have been following my little blog from the beginning, you might remember me updating you in November with a hit and run that I was involved in. Some d-bag hit me and then sped off, but luckily I got his license plate and the cops were able to find out all his info, so that was great. However, over the last month and a half (seems longer!) I've had to tell my story of that inconvenient day about a hundred times and to THREE different insurance companies. Why? Because no one seems to know who this jerk's insurance provider was at the time of the accident. Will the real insurance company of Mr. Diaz please stand up? To make matters worse, when I was provided with the name of the latest insurance company today the adjuster told me that when he spoke to Mr. Diaz on the phone this afternoon, Mr. Diaz is now denying having been in the accident at all! Because he's a Florida resident he seems to be choosing to deny the fact that he was in New Jersey when he hit me on 22 November. >:( I don't know why he was here, maybe for Thanksgiving, but he was! Why the heck would I know all his info?!
We're currently waiting to hear back from the 3rd insurance company on whether or not he is in fact a policy holder, and then obviously we're going to get a lawyer since he's playing Pinocchio on me. I was seriously ready to pull my hair out; I don't want to start 2012 out this way. So I breathed easy, walked around in my room and prayed. I can't let this affect me too bad. I don't want it to. And it really has the potential to make my life hell right now, because normally I'd let it. And I'd be a crazy bia for it. So I'm just going to breathe.
I'm just praying that this is all settled as smoothly (and quickly) as possible. I don't want to have to repeat his name anymore, and I don't want to keep going outside to see my poor car dented in the back.
Please keep me and my sucky situation in your prayers, or thoughts, or whatever it may be. I truly appreciate it.