Yesterday morning I dropped the kids off at school and as soon as I pulled out on the highway the van just died. I coasted off on the shoulder and called W to come pick me up. I didn't say a word to her in the car just see you later when I got out .
A little back story on our current vehicle situation, we have had this van for last 9 years. It has 225000 miles on it. I have done all of the maintenance and repairs on it the whole time. W is the stereotypical female driver type that hits random things and "forgets" or denies it. I used to give her crap all the time about finding hair or a pair of glasses or something else funny stuck in the grill . Anyhow she has had a few wrecks over the years. I knew it was getting close to the end for the van so I switched vehicles with her before BD. After BD I switched back and left her with the crappy van since I was running the kids around the most.
She was driving it for less than a week and someone ran into her. This was in the beginning of November. I have a friend who owns a mechanic shop and took it to him for an estimate the next day. Long story short, W has been dragging her feet with the claim and now we're down a vehicle. I was pissed. So I have been toting the kids around in my 59 Chevy project truck. They love riding in it but it doesn't even have seat belts so I hate driving with them all the time.
On a brighter note I got to drop a "really?!?" on her last night, felt pretty good. She said something about not having time to look for another car. She got time to bang the OM she got time to take care of her business.
M: 39 W:38 D: 11 S: 7 T: 18 M:13 I suspect problem: 8/15 ILYB: 9/15 Never quit on love I ask her to leave:10/15
