Sue asked me to post this to her dear friends:
Hello to you all : for a very long time, you were my family and I want to protect your father.
Han is losing- or has lost – everything. He could not get an export license . He still tries, but he does not know when to fold the cards and step away from the table.
On March 24th ( who can forget that day ? not in the family- the day number 14 died) I signed yet another mortgage on our house, for 250,000 euro, which Han says is now gone. I have not received one penny of that money. On that day, at the notaries office, they had a bowl of promotional keychains and I took one. I have a keychain that looks like a dutvh driving license and says Heusden on it and I put the notary’s keychain on that one, because I knew that that was the day that we would lose our house – our children’s home. The conditions were brutal, at 8%.
Han has cleared out the children’s saving’s accounts, you know, those ones that one sets up when you have a baby and you put money into them every month and your parent’s Always added something on important days. Boon, gone. MIke told me last week that Han was trying to sell off my collection of art deco glass. We lost so very much in the fire and he is doing that.
As to me, I am still legally married to Han. He has not given me any money for *huishoud* geld since Dec. 15 of 2014- I have been selling off my mother’s jewelry to feed myself, but that is running out. In May, via all of the social systems here, I managed to find a lawyer via rechtsbijstand, in an attempt to force Han to feed me ( this is in the grondwet). In bewteen, I found out that I am quite ill ( had to smoke, didn’t I ?) and probably have about 5 good years left but | most likely won’t make it to the AOW leeftijd ( which is now 67) so I changed the case to divorce.
Han has stopped paying for everything, for me. I am going to be evicted from my apartment within 3-4 weeks and have no where to go. I cannot get an uitkering because the court ruled that Han is supposed to pay me temporary alimony, but he doesn’t. Because I have no income, I can’t move somewhere else. Another social worker is trying to get me into a woman’s shelter, at best, or the daklos place ( which I cannot afford)- what can I say about that ? it is better than the train station.
My father cannot help me because of the high price of medical in the US and his responsibility for Mary Ann.
I am very, very frightened but trying very, very hard to figure out what to do-
and there you have it…I for one am worried.