And I have — and this sounds like the sentimental ending of a story, but it is also just accurate — a clearer sense of the person I want to be when things get hard. Not a heroic person. Not a dramatic person. A person who documents, and follows the process, and calls her friend, and keeps going.
That is enough. That is more than enough. That is who I am trying to be.
That is Erin Vale at thirty-two, eight months after the credit alert, in her apartment, getting there.
## One Last Thing
People sometimes ask, when they hear versions of this kind of story, what they would have done. Whether they would have reported it. Whether they could have continued the process against someone they loved. I understand the question. I asked myself versions of it throughout.
What I have come to believe is that the question is not really about courage or resolve or being a particular kind of person. It is about whether you can hold two true things at the same time: that you love someone, and that what they did was not okay. That the relationship is real, and the harm is also real. That you can grieve the one while refusing to absorb the other.
I can hold those things now. I couldn’t always. I got better at it across eight months of practice. I imagine I will keep getting better at it, slowly, in the way that you get better at things that are hard.
That is where I am. That is what I know.
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**Meta Description:** Erin found a $28,000 loan on her credit report she never opened. Her mother admitted it and said reporting it would destroy the family. Here’s what she did next. (157 characters)
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