You know all the problems I've got with letters and mail and stuff? well, I've been assuming, because he didn't say he wasn't, that Jus was dealing with stuff.
He wasn't. He's done what I did, only he hasn't talked about it to anyone or tried to get help. All the time I've been assuming things were OK, they've just been steadily getting worse and worse, and I've known nothing. OK, I knew money was tight, but I didn't know he hadn't been paying bills. When he said "money's tight", I thought he meant the "no Christmas pressies, buy ownbrand goods, and cut expenses" level, not the "Oh fuck we're broke and worse than broke."
I found out when the bailiffs arrived this morning. £1087.99 in unpaid local taxes I knew nothing about. Options: Pay up, get my goods seized and sold, get my income (hah! what income?) deducted against, or go to jail.
That's *one* unpaid bill. Gods know what else is coming up to hit me in the face.
And worst of all - hell, in some sense it's "only money" - is that my Jus is broken. And he hasn't been able to tell me. And all this time I've been getting my therapy - and he's the one who really needed it.
Now you know. Or, at least, you know as much as I know at the moment.