O, gosh! You don't know what this means to me. This betters my chance of higher scores so that when the house sells and I'm looking to buy another place, as I will have to and within 30 days, as my little boy is SSI and disabled, and would lose his benefits (medical I worry about) were I to hold onto any money, I won't have too much trouble qualifying on my own. I won't have to put down huge deposits on lights, water, phone. I stand a better chance of being approved for a new auto loan, so I won't have to worry about breaking down somewhere with the kids while on our way to whereever it is that we will end up. It means the next time glass breaks and doors slam so that pictures fall off the walls, I won't have to worry about utilization and can head on out the door, though I have to tell you that I have issues with Paris, and am personally boycotting Hilton!
Credit to some is a convenience. To me, it's a necessity, because though I make money here and there, transcribing, which pays my bills and provides for the kids what they need, for the most part I work for my husband and I don't get paid. He likes to keep it that way, and to the point that when I do make money he promply demands it, saying I owe him -- it's pay back for his having to support the kids he would rather I aborted. It's always been that should one of us need something and he want something ... he generally gets what he wants while we do without what we need, unless I have the means to provide that. I mean, he's been known to spend his last dollar on that one more bottle of beer or his Jack Daniels and so that come the next morning the kids didn't have lunch money and had to charge, at school. For 21 years, it's been this way. And I am finally breaking free. So that is what this $5000 credit limit means to me.
If he knew that I had it ... credit ... anything ... I would have hell to pay!
So don't tell, okay?