The Road to Hell is Paved With Good Intentions…
Truer words have never been spoken.
In January The Fiancée’s parents bought us a new car. This car is incredibly expensive. Not just for them to buy but also for us to have insurance on it. They gave us this car as a surprise, and really didn’t think about future problems we might have as a result of their generosity. They just wanted us to have a reliable car.
However, this gift screwed us big time.
Not only did the insurance go up by $100 that we didn’t have, but we found out that the state does not allow disabled persons to have reliable transportation. If you are on disability (which he most certainly is) you are not allowed to have assets exceeding $1500. Since the car was worth WAY more than that they yanked his benefits. Even though the car was a gift, and we paid nothing to get it, the State considers us rich.
So now we have to get rid of the car.
I wrote a petition to Hermes to help us figure out a way to keep the car, or to resolve the situation in the best way possible. For me that meant getting through The Fiancée’s thick skull that I could own a car of any value, and maybe we just have the car in my name.
We went to his parents to talk everything over, and The Fiancée and his father were delusionally insistent that we simply buy a “good” car worth $1500. It soon became boys vs girls, since his mother flat out agreed with me that that was a STUPID idea. It became so heated that I closed myself in the bathroom because I was having such a panic attack.
Then the fight went from bad to worse. It then became me vs him in his parents bathroom. I was telling him that I could own a car of any value so we should utilize that fact. He kept insisting that a $1500 car was perfectly fine, that we could find something reliable. Then my claws came out. Then his came out, and he ended up storming out.
I sat in that bathroom and prayed fervently to Hermes for help. I begged and pleaded. A few minutes later The Fiancée returned to the bathroom and said “Since my parents would give us the money from the sale of the car, why don’t we get a new car between $6000 and $8000 and have it all in your name. You will be the primary driver.”
Thank you Hermes.
So, we are losing the super nice car, but we will be able to get a reliable car that we can afford. We still move in to the new apartment, and this situation has lit a fire under The Fiancée’s ass to get SSA disability, and make sure that his doctors don’t fuck him again by forgetting to turn in the paperwork on time.
So, things worked out. I am sad about the car though. It was truly amazing. But if it comes down to having that car and having to stay in this shit hole of an apartment, or downgrading and being able to move out, I’ll take the downgrade.
Clearly Hermes felt the same way. Especially since I promised him he would get a new altar space, and it would be out in the open.
We won’t have a car after this week until his parents sell this one, but that leaves me with no choice but to pack.
Move out date: March 22.