I'm feeling better just about every day, but it seems like my dad is staying just about the same. We might hear back about our covid tests today. They said it would take 3-5 days to hear back and that was on Thursday (5th).
I'm still coughing occasionally and blowing my nose like a maniac. I just want to breathe and see Da again. I need lovins from my boo.
Saturday wasn't a great day. It came with some great news, but an awful event.
Trump isn't being reelected which is great. It means we can make some reversals to his reversals and start making some progress.
The awful event happened around the same time the presidential news dropped.
A family "friend," (no longer a friend) has been acting kinda suspicious lately. From what I heard, the past few times she visited our house, she had been pretty rude. She has also brought the car into conversation lately.
She and my parents used to work together and they had made some agreement or arrangement for us to use her car.
In her defense, my parents have not made any sort of payments to her for the car in like a year and 6 months.
She didn't even give us a warning or anything. She knows we've been through hard times especially with the coronavirus.
So she calls my mom and tells her to get our stuff out of the car. Her son is on his way to come get it.
I was pissed. I went outside to call Da so I could rant and cuss since my nephew J was in the house and he wouldn't appreciate the language. I was outside when her son came up. I thought he was going to just tow the car and leave, so I flipped the tow truck off (he probably didn't see it), and he got out. He said, "hey, how are you?" I replied as sarcastically as I could, "oh, I'm great, thanks, how are you?" He looked in the car real quick and said thank you to which I said, also sarcastically, "nooo, thank you."
I so badly wanted to tell him that his mother was a fucking bitch, and to tell her I said that, but I didn't.
That car was our main source of transportation. Yes, we have my grandma's tiny truck and my dad's gas-guzzling truck, but neither are practical for all of us to get in and go long distances.
But my dad is right. There's no reason to really get torn up about this. The car was fucked in some aspects (like he said he heard something clicking when it was running) and the locks were wonky... And none of that is our problem now.
Yeah, I'm pissed that she gave us essentially no warning, but what I'm really pissed about is that we called her family and she treated us like this. We (really I mean my dad) did lots of shit for her with nothing in return but the car. My parents spent a whole ass summer building a decent ass deck to add on to her house.
I'm mad because we CHOSE to call her family and this is what we get.
But it's time to let it go. She's not family. Family isn't even family.
It is what it is and she can eat my ass.
Also, it's hard to stay mad when your lil nephew doesn't understand what's going on.
For some reason he thought my boyfriend Da was taking the car? Wtf, no, J, that's exfamilyfriend's son.
And he kept telling me, "don't worry, we still have your daddy's truck."
I wish I could be as not-mad about it as he is. But he probably thinks that it'll be back next weekend. I mean, he's 5.
I'm just glad that mama got my college "A" magnet off the trunk before they took it. I would've cried seeing it leave on that car. J would've also been upset. He was so worried about it until I showed it to him. I guess we can put it on his papaw's truck or on our possible future car, if we can ever manage to get one.
I think I've said all I've needed to on this topic. It's time to move on.
But she can still eat my ass. 🤷
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