*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events I experienced firsthand; used with permission.
I left my husband after nearly five years of marriage.
When I left my husband, I left behind my dog, my clothes, my highschool yearbook, and most of my other worldly belongings. I also left behind a lot of loose ends.
Here are the two biggest mistakes I made when I left my husband: I didn't have my mail forwarded to my parents' house, and I didn't take my name off the registration to his truck.
I have no excuse for why I didn't have my mail forwarded to my parents' house, where I was staying. As far as the registration to my husband's truck, I knew the registration was expiring and my signature would be required to renew it. I also knew that I wouldn't be signing for anything having to do with my husband's truck registration. In other words, it wasn't a problem. At least, that's what I thought.
I was wrong. My oversight turned out to be a major problem.
My first clue was when I received a registered letter in the mail. According to the letter, I had been in a hit-and-run accident. Someone had gotten the license plate number as I sped away from the scene of the accident without stopping. Only I wasn't the one driving the truck.
Since the accident happened well after the date that the registration to my husband's truck that was in my name was set to expire, I didn't expect something like this to happen. I thought I was in the clear.
Once again, I was wrong.
I thought he would be forced to register the truck in his own name, but he didn't. Instead, he simply forged my signature on the form when it arrived in the mail. Then he proceeded to get into a car accident, leave the scene of that accident, and he didn't have insurance to boot.
It's no wonder I lost my driver's license.
Fortunately, it was a relatively easy problem to remedy. My attorney and I appeared in traffic court, and he got the matter settled without my ever having to appear before the judge.
Unfortunately, I ran into my husband, soon to be ex-husband, in the hallway as I was leaving the building.
He admitted he had forged my signature on the registration form when he received it in the mail, just as I had suspected; he also admitted as much to the judge.
I had my driver's license reinstated immediately. As for my ex, I don't know what repercussions he suffered because of his actions, since we weren't technically on speaking terms. If I hadn't run into him in the hallway, I wouldn't have discussed the matter with him at all.
Blame it on my laziness. It's always easier not to handle something than it is to handle it. I could have saved myself a lot of trouble if I hadn't just assumed things would work out on their own.