The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of

Last night I did something that I have only dreamed of doing. I did something that I had originally thought I would have done long ago until the reality of the immensity of the situation set in. Last night I wrote the check that served as the final payment on my credit card. This is not just any credit card, this is THE credit card. The one everyone dreads the thought of having. The one I loved hard until I hated it. I have maintained a high balance on it for years, and for a time (before I started being a traveling nurse, and one of reasons I became a traveling nurse) could barely pay the balance.... and the interest rate crept up... and up.... and up...... and just when I thought it couldn't go any higher, it went up again at one point to 30% (just typing that makes me want to vomit!) I have not actually held this card in over two years, the physical card no longer exists, but its evil trap kept me enslaved.... until last night. As soon as that check clears, I'll be calling MBNA and telling them I no longer need their services or their interest rate or the maniacal "just like cash" checks they send in the mail and asking them to kindly forget my name and that I ever existed!!!!