The local news crew called earlier and had made arrangements to come out and interview us. She called to tell us she was coming, and MD told her that we didn’t have the car yet. She asked what happened, and he told her. Then she said – it wasn’t a new car? He said, uh no, it was used. Didn’t tell her how used. She then asked if we were ok and needed her to come get us, he said no. She said omg, call me later when you find out what is going on with your car.
At least that’s averted. I didn’t want to be on the news again anyway.
I just feel like crying. I thought this would change our life. I thought I had done a good thing. Now I feel like an ass for bringing this van that no one wants into our lives. The kids don’t want to ride in it – it’s that ugly. It’s striped. sigh
Older boys had already started prepping their ‘new’ cars with their stuff, and now we’re in limbo wondering wtf is going to happen. If I can’t rely on it to go back and forth to kc, then I can’t let go of my car.
I should have never wrote the letter. Then no one would be disappointed.