I'm not quite sure if it's a good thing for your life to implode at a time when everyone else around you is having similar problems brought on by job loss or home loss or whatever. When no one around you can empathize, you're feeling quite alone but when everyone around you tells you that they understand, framing all of your issues as merely financial, it's a little crazy making.
Having STBX's creditors call here is not just annoying and inconvenient. Just getting junk mail for him is traumatic. Seeing his name written on the papers that were served to him regarding the name change was traumatic. Knowing that he still gets up every morning, looks in the mirror, and chooses not to shoot himself in the head is traumatic.
I'm a big girl. I can pull up my big girl panties and deal with it. Unfortunately, I'm not the only one who answers the phone in this house. What is traumatic for me is heart wrenching to see imposed upon my kids. Telling them not to answer the phone is just another step in the abnormal normal that is now their life. Along with the anxiety and bad dreams and sleeplessness that their father has created, they now get to deal with the fact that he is sacrificing them once again. He would rather hide from his creditors and let his family take the fall as opposed to pulling up his big boy pants and dealing with the consequences of his actions.
Some things never change.