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[kerri]

So here's the deal... I've got a car that I need to sell, so I can buy a different one. My asshole of a father went ahead and bought it without consulting me first. It's purely a psychological reason for selling it as there's nothing wrong with the car at all. I just can't drive it because I'll take a mental breakdown everytime i get in it. So.. Anyone want an afforable, good gas mileage car?

1990 Honda Accord LX
Powder Blue Metallic w/ Dark Blue int. Nice solid car. Runs strong. AC Stereo PS PB. 4 cylinder automatic. $4000 or Best offer. MUST SELL! Location- Raleigh, NC

My first car was a 1979 Pontiac Bonneville. It was a land-yacht that ran at 11mpg. But I was a teenager and had a ride. Therefore, in the early 90s, I was the bomb because I had a ride. My bike sucked.

For some reason this thread reminds me of that MTV show, "My Perfect Sweet 16 Party," or whatever the hell it is.

PS: I luv Anne to death.

PSS: Never again insult said Anne.

Edited by kerri, 13 June 2007 - 12:53 PM.

[kerri]

the agreement is that he'll buy a cheapish (up to $5,000) car for me & insurance while I get myself sorted for an apartment etc, and then I'll take over payments on the car once I'm established and stable. But, the agreement was also that it was a car we could both compromise & agree upon, & that we wouldn't buy anything unless we consulted with one another first. We'd agreed upon an integra, jetta, prelude, mustang & cabrio- nothing older than a '96, no matter how great of condition it was in. he's completely broken the agreement we had, and done just whatever he felt like, rather than sticking to the terms [which he laid out]. So I'm slapping a for sale sticker on the car & selling it asap when I get back to NC. & If I really wanted to be a complete bitch about it, I could sell his 2000 lincoln contenental out from under him too.

Lexi,

For one moment, stop and think about this. Maybe he bought the car because he thought you would like it and it would be a nice surprise. Maybe it's actually not all about you.

Sadly, though, it will be several years before you'll be able to look back and say, "You know what, maybe he was thinking about me and not planning on ruining my entire fucking life...." Hopefully it won't be too late and you're leaning over his casket thanking him.

Instead of throwing a temper-tantrum, talk to him like an adult. No yelling, kicking, screaming, crying, or bitching. Just simply say, "Dad, I thought we had a deal. I feel that you broke our deal by buying a car without my knowledge, and that really hurts me." I don't care if he's the meanest bastard on Earth and kicks you in the face as a response. You will feel better for taking on the matter in a MATURE fashion. You need to let him know that what he did hurt you, and then you both can work from there.

[Lexi]

i so wish you could meet him. you'd completely change your attitude and say im fully justified in my actions. actually, lougan, jo & keith have visited me and seen what he's like.

[hungarianhorntail]

hey now

[kerri]

Ya know, I don't want to hear more bullshit.

My dad was an asshole. Pure evil. I was constantly told that I was stupid and would never amount to anything. I was regularly reminded that I never did anything right. As a child, I even had my pants yanked down and was beaten with a belt right in front of my friends (I still bear the marks from when the belt buckle hit my thigh time and time again). He constantly yelled at me and my mom and made her cry (even though he never raised a hand to her, thank God). Growing up feeling useless is one thing, but watching your mother cry... that's something that can never be forgotten.

But even with all that I went through, I didn't sit around and whine about it. I decided that I would be somebody; if nothing else, to show him that I could. Therefore, I think that all people, male and female, should have to join the military when they graduate from high school. I only had respect for my parents once I had maturity (literally) beaten into me and guns held to my head. You not only appreciate life, but you become more educated and learn why things happen as they do.

While in the military I learned about my father's childhood. His mother died in childbirth (she had polio) and the entire family blamed him. Not even his mother's twin sister would take him. So he was adopted for a short time by my "grandma" for several years until his dad decided he was old enough to work the farm. Then he was only used as slave labor. He was never loved. He was never hugged. He was beaten by his step-mother. He had a horrible life.

I went home after a "trip" to Saudia Arabia and hugged my dad tightly and said that I was sorry for being acting like a spoiled fucking brat when I was a teenager. Most importantly, I said that I forgave him. I know that he didn't mean to be a seemingly uncaring asshole, but he had never known love himself.

Goddamned, now I'm crying. I'm done with this bullshit.