Everybody’s Got One

Everybody’s got one.  Or two.  Or more.

Dirty little secrets.  We’ve all got something that we wouldn’t want to tell, at least right now.  Maybe someday, but definitely not now.

And what do you do when you know someone else’s dirty little secret?  Keep it?  Tell it?  Blog about it?

I lived in an area, right before moving to my little town, where there was a booming economy about ten years ago.  Lots of new people moved into the area for work and a new opportunity.  I learned over time that people might be a new situation, but they have generally packed up their problems and their problematic personalities and transported them right along to their new situation where they proceeded to repeat history.  We all have personal issues that we can’t, or won’t, change.

Here’s one for you.  When we moved to this area in 2001, I was married with a child in her first year of college and another child in his first year of high school.  One year later, my husband of 23 years packed his things and left in 45 minutes.  It was three weeks before April 15, and we hadn’t finished our tax return for 2001, and I pulled myself together enough to start gathering information for the tax return.  Over the course of several weeks, I found disturbing information in the files.  The checking account when he left had $321 in it.  The money in the college fund for the children only had $3000 in it.  All the savings accounts were gone.  He had cashed in two life insurance policies.  He had also obtained a loan from the bank that was being repaid from automatic draft from our checking account, the one that had $321 in it.  He had gotten a credit card in my name, charged a bit on it, and never paid on it, and that showed up as a charged-off account on my credit report.  He had charged a Christmas gift for his father on a Sears credit card, and never paid the bill.  I found checks written on his business account for large sums of money, $8000, $3000, etc., and the checks were written not to himself or another person, but they were written to the bank and he cashed them.  No paper trail.

Fast forward to 2009.  I was working for a veterinarian, having moved home and job to my little town.  The vet had been acting distracted and erratic for months.  He couldn’t concentrate on anything.  One day his wife and their 4 little children came to the practice, an air of anticipation hanging about all of them, although no one said anything.  No one, until the oldest little child, about 5 years old, said to me when no one else was around, “Have you heard?  We’re moving to Myrtle Beach!”  I said, “Good for you!  You’re going to have a good time!”  And waited to have a good time with this myself, for Myrtle Beach was not less than three hours away, and it would appear that the vet wouldn’t be commuting.

It’s a small practice, and the only other person besides the vet and myself was a woman who by her own admission has anxiety issues and should be on medication but cannot afford it.  That night, I mentioned what I had heard to Sugar, and while we were still talking on the phone, I did a simple search for “vet practices for sale in SC”.  And there it was, right there online.  The very place where I worked was for sale, and had been for some time.

After a few days went by, I told my office-mate that I needed to tell her something and that we were going to have fun with the information.  She did have a little anxiety attack, but she held it together even though she was in denial, and I showed her the website that listed the practice for sale.   It was clear that something was afoot, but at least we knew about it and would not be caught unawares.

One day, the vet, as usual distracted, left the office, and thus, left his computer, which was also the server.  My office-mate had reason to use the server and found on the monitor displayed a sales agreement between the vet and a buyer.  I copied the buyer’s name and did a search later that night at home.  I did not like what I found.  It seems that the buyer, who was also a veterinarian, had been disciplined by the state veterinary board in another state in the early 1990’s.

The sale went through, and the new folks took over in early 2010.  I started using another vet in the area for serious medical needs for my animals.  My employer does not know this, and I’d say he’d let me go if he knew of it.  He doesn’t know that I know his history, and indeed, it seems that people do not change, they just pack up their issues and move on.

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One Response to “Everybody’s Got One”

  1. Everybody’s Got One, Part Two « Ruthrawls's Blog Says:

    […] we return back to an earlier post entitled Everybody’s Got One, you can update yourself regarding my former […]

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