Bad Feelings
Well, when my kid approached me the other day about trading in the van and her car to get her a new one, I let it slide. I just wasn’t in the mood to tell her it was too late and that I had already made arrangements for the car to be donated to charity. I know, evil mom only thinking of her taxes and the thought of another six years of car payments I’d have to make on her behalf.
Well, the man came to tow it away and she came completely unglued. How dare I? Not thinking of her. I did ask her “How long have you had that car and how many car payments did you make?” She helped with part of two. I paid the car payments, the insurance, the repair bills but I’m the insensitive one.
Life sucks sometimes, it really does.










