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#ARRANGED MARRIAGE SO I CAN LIBERATE MYSELF FROM DEBT
sailormoonsub · 3 years
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THESE STUDENT LOANS AREN'T GOING TO PAY FOR THEMSELVES XOXOXO
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downwarddnaspiral · 3 years
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I get to call my lawyer tomorrow
Which. Sucks.
Because Hugo called me tonight, hemmed and hawed for a while, and basically asked me to move back into the house to help him pay half the mortgage every month. He doesn’t want to actually reconcile. He just wants me to bail him out. Apparently, Tammie the Cunt moved out a while back, she was never paying for any of the bills or mortgage, just living there rent-free and redecorating my fucking house, even though my name is still on the mortgage, and now Hugo is panicked because he’s obligated to refinance the house and buy me out of my half, and he won’t be able to afford the new higher monthly payment. Which goes without saying. Which is why I never asked the judge for the house in the divorce settlement. If I could have afforded the house by myself, then I would have fought for it tooth and nail, signed him off, paid him off, and kicked his ass out. That would have been the DREAM.
He just keeps trying to guilt me into letting him keep the house scot-free with the same old chestnut, “Think about the kids. They’ll always have the house. We can’t sell it.” Yet he isn’t looking at the bigger picture. Namely, the following:
I don’t have to watch him fuck around anymore.
I’m almost done paying off our joint credit card. I already paid off our old medical bills in collections this past year and all of our joint store accounts.
I don’t have a water bill or a garbage bill.
My property manager of my apartment handles my repairs. I don’t pay for them above and beyond my usual rent. I just had two electrical outlets replaced and my bathroom sink unclogged in the past month. 
I only have to do laundry for one person.
I only have to get groceries and pay PG&E for one person.
I don’t have to put gas in a car or pay car insurance anymore and wrangle with GEICO on the phone.
I don’t have to clean up after anyone but myself.
I don’t have to smell the stench of my oldest son’s weed in the garage anymore or Hugo’s nasty cologne.
I don’t have to listen to the dryer running every time I try to lie down for a nap. Or to Call of Duty: Black Ops and Apex Legends blaring at a volume of 50 from the living room after warning my son to turn it down for the tenth time.
I can go to the gym whenever I want.
I can go shopping or out with my friends to coffee whenever I want.
I can finally go on mini road trips like I did this past weekend.
I can study in peace now that I’m going back to school.
I don’t have to deal with the constant fiscal abuse, namely him spending all our money, blaming me when we have overdrafts, or him stealing my ATM card out of my purse.
I don’t have to deal with my interfering, ableist, racist, misogynistic in-laws or the constant gossip and drama or unannounced visits.
And lastly, I don’t have to fuck him and wonder where his dick has been, or who it is texting him at all hours of the night and then listen to him gaslight me about what’s going on.
I told him, straight up, that “I have things pretty good here. If I came back home, I would be losing out on everything that I’ve spent all year working on. I would have more debt living at home and less money. And I don’t feel like watching you come and go while you fuck around. There’s no benefit to me moving back into the house.” He sat there and said that I could *hypothetically* move back in with the kids, and that he and Max could share an apartment, and he would pay half the mortgage. I know all that’s a lie.
I said “You’d still be around. You’d still come and go.” Because he did that when we had the split custody agreement with Taylor, even though the judge said I had primary use of the house. Hugo wouldn’t even stay out of my BEDROOM when I told him to leave me alone, until I moved out last August. 
I told him tonight, “You don’t want a marriage. You just want the financial benefit of shared expenses, and you’re offering me nothing in return except going back to be in joint debt with you and being unhappy.”
He kept trying to re-serve me the same dumb idea with a few tweaks, and none of it sounded appealing at all.
As lonely as I’ve been, it’s more because I simply never hear from the kids. Coming to realize how much I hated being married, not just to Hugo, but in GENERAL, has been eye-opening. It SUCKED. I don’t want another husband. I’m hesitant to even date again. I don’t want anyone’s shoes on my coffee table or sweaty ass stinking up my bed sheets. I want to be able to use my kitchen table as my office and clutter it up with my paints. I don’t want to have to share my toys.
It was liberating to tell him “You should have thought about this and said all this back when you told me three years ago that you were leaving me for Tammie.” 
I don’t want to move back in with him. I don’t want him having access to me anymore or constant fucking control. I don’t want to live with the constant disrespect. It was funny, though. When I pointed out that he was only offering me a financial arrangement, he said “What? Would you want us to get remarried?”
FUCK. NO.
“No,” I said. “That’s just it. I really don’t. You hurt my feelings when you said you didn’t want to be married anymore. But I don’t know why you ever asked me to marry you in the first place. We never should have been together, like, at all.”
I reminded him about the crap with the car, namely how he sold our Durango out from under me and let his girlfriend call the shots and say that he wasn’t supposed to give me rides to work anymore. He said that won’t be a problem anymore, and how Marco can give me rides to work. I told him that I walk to work every day because I live that close to it, now. And that close to my gym. If I was back at the house, I would constantly end up stranded and trapped at home, just like before. Just the mere thought of that makes me want to kick holes in the wall.
Things were too peaceful these past couple of months. I wondered when life was going to throw me more speed bumps, but this is honestly like being hit by a bus, falling under the wheels, and being dragged down the asphalt for a five-mile stretch.
I was the one who had to start all the way over from scratch and get an apartment and build a whole new household; he thinks I should be willing to throw it all way and move back in, just so he can eventually kick me out again the next time he meets another Tammie. And all just because he’s too lazy and arrogant and selfish to do what I did, downgrading and downsizing to save on expenses so he won’t be drowning in fucking debt. And so our divorce can be finalized. 
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mymindsmadness · 5 years
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Dear Drarry, the final installment
I was going to save this for Fanfic!Friday, but it’s the conclusion, so I thought it needed its own day. Yes, the Dear Drarry series is coming to an end! 
I’ve so enjoyed writing these, but I think it’s time for them to come to an end. As this is the final in the series, I played around with the idea of multiple POV’s. So in this we’ll see both sides of the conversation between Harry and Draco. 
In this one:
Draco knew that after the war, everything had to change. Starting with the life debt he owed Potter… maybe he’d just write instead. He never expected to keep writing...
Warnings: EWE
EDIT: Shout out to Anon that pointed out it was Vincent that burned in the fire, not Greg! Idk where my head was lol
Previously:
Dear Mrs. Malfoy || Dear Mum and Dad || Dear Ronald Weasley ||
November 28th 2001
Dear Potter,
I wanted to formally thank you for returning my wand now that I have paid my debt to the wizarding world. Mother would also like to extend her gratitude. 
As I’m sure you’re aware, even before you chose to testify at my trial, you were owed a life debt on behalf of my family for what you did the Room of Requirement.
Debts aside, I’ve come to realize that I’ve never really thanked you for choosing to not let me be consumed in the fire as Vincent was.
So… thank you. I’m sure you doubt the sincerity of my gratitude due in no small part to our history, but please believe me when I say I am begrudgingly truly thankful.
Now, if we could perhaps come to terms on a way to settle our life debt, I would be happy to leave you to your life as ‘the most promising auror in wizarding history’. It seems the Prophet has not bored of featuring you. I suppose congratulations are in order to both you and Weaslet Ginevra.  
I’ll be awaiting your owl,
Draco Malfoy
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 December 3rd, 2001
 Dear Malfoy,
How do you manage to sound like a ponce in a letter?
You don’t need to thank me for saving your life, Malfoy. And you don’t need to pay me back either. It’s not something I did to get one-up on you. I would have saved anyone. I’m sorry I couldn’t save Crabbe.
And don’t even mention the Prophet. They’re just as untrustworthy as ever. Ginny and I broke up over a year ago; we just kept it quiet. She’s been dating some bloke from an American quidditch team I’ve never heard of. They just got engaged. Naturally, the Prophet saw the ring and jumped to conclusions.
I saw that you and err… Astonia was it? I saw your wedding announcement in Quibbler. I didn’t know you and Luna were friends.
Seriously, don’t worry about any life debts.
Harry Potter
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 December 16th, 2001
Dear Potter,
Did you seriously write ‘err’? You know you don’t have to write everything you think, don’t you?
Astoria and I were engaged to be wed, yes. That arrangement was set up long before I was even born. Seeing as I am venturing away from the pureblood traditions and beliefs that got me imprisoned in the first place, I called off the wedding. Normally, I would entertain my mother’s wishes, but Astoria and I didn’t quite see eye to eye – or rather we saw a certain aspect very simil
As I share her interest in men, I didn’t think it fair to enter into a marriage with her. Although I do not hide who I am, I would prefer you didn’t sell that information to any papers.
Lovegood and I are on speaking terms. I find her presence to be calming, if not entertaining.
As for the life debt, it’s not as simple as dissolving it. There are magics that bind. Traditionally, I would have to offer you my first born as a potential match for one of your children. Seeing as I don’t have any children and doubt that you would care for my first born, we must come to an agreement that suits both parties.
Draco Malfoy
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 December 18th, 2001
Dear Malfoy,
Me? Me sell information? I think you have me confused with a pointy git we went to Hogwarts with. No, I would never sell information to the papers. Perhaps I’ll have badges made though. Bright green ones that read ‘Malfoy’s Bent’. It seems only fair.
I don’t want your first born. I doubt I’ll even have a first born of my own. Looks like we have something in common after all – Ron would be mortified. Ginny and I split because I was finally able to admit to myself that I fancy blokes. I suppose it should have been obvious when I followed you aro
If you have to settle this ridiculous life debt why not just give me a book or something, yeah? It just has to be something doesn’t it?
Forget that last. I just asked Hermione and she looked at me like I kicked a house elf. She said it must be something important, but I don’t really need anything. And I don’t want to take anything that’s important away from you.
Look, I know we’re not exactly friends, but a bunch of us are going to the pub before the holidays to celebrate. It’s on the 22nd. You should come. We could talk about all this life debt business over a pint and you can make Ron turn that shade of red that makes his hair look orange.
Harry
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 December 27th, 2001
 Dear Potter,
I only now just recovered from the hangover that concoction you made gave me. Did you know that it was impervious to hangover potions? I didn’t even think that was possible. I suppose it was worth it to watch Weasley sweet-talk a coat rack for the better part of an hour.
It occurred to me Christmas morning that we never did get around to talking about the life debt. Mother asked about it last night at dinner and was sorely disappointed with me for not repaying you yet. I know you’ve had very little interaction with my mother, but she is not someone that you want to be cross with you.
Draco Malfoy
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 December 28th, 2001
Malfoy,
On assignment. Not sure how your owl got through the wards. I’ll write you as soon as I’m back.
You called me Harry that night. You could, you know? Call me Harry.
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 January 6th 2002
Dear Granger,
I’m sorry to be writing you. I know despite the evening we spent at the Leaky Caldron we are not exactly on speaking terms. First, I want to apologize for the way I acted in school. I have a vague memory of apologizing the night of the 22nd, but as I can hardly remember it, I don’t think that should count. Perhaps you would allow me to buy you lunch one day this week to apologize properly? I prefer it be in muggle London so I will actually be served.  
However, the reason I write you is because I haven’t heard from Potter in quite some time. I do not know him well enough (nor do I feel comfortable) to seek him out at the ministry. Last I heard he was on an assignment. If he wanted to stop talking to me, he could have just stated as much.
Regards,
Draco Malfoy
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 January 7th, 2002
Dear Malfoy,
I think lunch would be lovely. We’re far too old to carry on this ridiculous feud. I remember you starting to apologize, but then you started rambling about the colour green. Perhaps we had all been too liberal with Harry’s ‘special drink’. Still, it would be nice to get a proper one. Maturity or not, you said some pretty awful things. 
As for your question, no I haven’t heard from Harry. Or Ron for that matter. They’re on the same assignment and were due back yesterday. Though, it’s not unusual for their assignments to run long. If I hear anything before you do, I’ll write you myself.
Try not to worry. Harry is a very competent auror.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger-Weasley
Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
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 January 7th, 2002
Dear Granger,
I’m not worried.
Why would I worry about Pott
It’s not as if I care if someth
How is Wednesday for lunch?
Draco Malfoy
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 January 11th, 2002
Dear Draco,
It’s okay that I called you Draco isn’t it? It feels silly to still be using each other’s surnames. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to write you sooner. We got caught in a magical vortex and had to walk out of the jungle with a muggle guide. But that’s confidential, so pretend I never said anything.
Hermione told me you had lunch yesterday. Well, I think that’s what she told me. I hardly stayed at the DMLE long enough to get debriefed. I’m exhausted and a mess but I wanted to write you as soon as I got home.
Hermione also said something about you asking after me? If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were worried. I like it.
I kept notes while I was out there. Little things I saw and wanted to remember to tell you. Ron thought I was losing my mind. Forest fever he called it, but I don’t think that’s right.
I think I’ve just gotten used to writing you. I look forward to it now. Don’t let it feed that abnormally large ego of yours.
Since I wrote enough down to send you another letter and you insist that we talk about this life debt, why don’t we have dinner tomorrow? I can even cook if you don’t feel like going out.
Harry
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 January 11th, 2002
Dear Harry,
I’m glad to see you’re recovering from your delusions well. Terrible thing that is, losing one’s mind. And you had so little to spare from the start. I’m glad to hear you’re okay though. I know you have a history of personal injury.
Be careful, Potter. Wanting to share things with me? Wanting to cook me dinner? One would think you were a Hufflepuff in search of a date.
Draco
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 January 11th, 2002
Draco,
Okay, it’s a date. Seven work for you?
And if we’re going to date, and I was kind of hoping we could, you should call me Harry.
Harry
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 January 11th, 2002
Harry,
Bleeding Gryffind..
Seven is fine. I’ll bring wine.
See you then… Harry.
Draco
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 March 12th, 2004
Harry,
This really needs to stop. My mother is insistent that we settle our life debt. We’ve talked about this for years – years, Harry.
And before you ask, no. It can’t be a book or a broom or anything else you’ve found lying around and tried to pawn the life debt off on. It has to be something meaningful to me – to the Malfoy name. Something that holds the essence of life and is equal to the gift you’ve given me by saving mine.
I know you’re on assignment, but I also know that you’re able to receive and respond to owls – Hermione told me. When you get home we’re going to settle this once and for all! I’m very cross with you. I might even throw away those tattered trainers you insist on keeping.  
I want this settled Harry! Start thinking about things!
Draco
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 January 11th, 2002
 Draco,
I’ll have you know that I’ve actually given it a great deal of thought. Something that is important to you. Something that holds the ‘Malfoy essence’ which I still think sounds incredibly dirty as I’ve already held the Malfoy essence on several dozen occasions.
It seems you can repay me with your first born after all. Or rather, your life. I’ll take that last name too, while I’m at it.
Should have just waited a few more days and I could have asked you properly. There’s a ring in my bedside table, you spoiled git.
Harry
P.S. Don’t touch my trainers or I’m revoking my proposal
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 January 11th, 2002
Harry,
Did you just… 
You didn’t just…
You absolute Neanderthal! How on earth am I going to tell people (my mother!) that you proposed via letter!?
  ... However...I suppose it does meet the requirements… and the ring isn’t terribly gaudy. It will serve the debt.
Now hurry home so I can say yes properly.
I love you, you ridiculous Gryffindor.
Draco.
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