I haven't posted in a long time. Last time, when my nasty (adult) stepbrats stormed my house and threatened my life, I was called a Drama Queen for being frightened and needing support. This time I'm just amazed.
Several years ago, SD24 from hell was in college, then she decided that she didn't want to be there. Against her parents' wishes, she quit and came home. She then decided to enroll in a local university and commute. In the interim, she got pregnant. DH rewarded that behavior by buying her a car. The deal was that he would pay for it until she got her degree and a job, then she would take over all payments. She was to maintain the car, pay for gas and insurance, etc. all along. He paid for the car for approx. 4 1/2 years. Meanwhile, she switched to nursing school.
She graduated and got a job. DH turned over the payment book. Five or six months pass, and a few texts demanding that he remove his name from the title. He ignored them, of course. One fine morning, we awaken and find the car on the street in front of our house. Upon investigation, the license plate has been removed, the inspection stickers have been scraped off, the car has been emptied, except for the note which says that she doesn't want the car anymore, and demands money for it. She refused to turn over keys or license plate. She tells the police that she will give them up for $1000.
So, we have the car towed to the dealership, have new "chip" keys made, have repairs done (of course it needed them)and inspection, pay for new license plate, etc. To the tune of $700.00. Which I helped pay for.
I thought that rekeying the car was in order. DH insisted that we didn't need to do that. Whatever. So, since I needed a car anyways, I began driving this car (with great hesitation, mind you). It appears that we are stuck with it, and I am paying for it, so I am using it.
Of course, now the car alarm is mysteriously being set off when I'm at work, and the kicker was last night. I went to the grocery store, and the little bi**h must have seen me pull in. Either that, or she's stalking me. Whatever. When I came out, the car was moved several rows and spaces over, and parked facing out, which I NEVER do. I guess she's telling me who's "in control". I came home very angry, and DH, true to form, began screaming at me! He advised me that if I want the car rekeyed, I should get a second job and do it! (Where that came from I have no idea...I never even mentioned the cost, just that I wanted it done, and wished we would have done it in the first place). I got to listen to him scream at ME for a good while, to the tune of "WTF DO YOU WANT ME TO DOOOOO!!!?????"
So, maybe you all can enlighten me as to what dastardly deed I did to merit the screaming ass-chewing I received last night, because I'm pissed that his precious (who he doesn't even speak to anymore) is jerking me around.