@Tara336 two days after my father died my mother hissed at me with venom 'you broke my heart when you stole my car'. And I should have said, gosh I'm sorry, it must be so hard not having a car, how frustrating for you.
Obviously that's what I should have said, but I was actually so angry that I stood up and walked out as I was worried otherwise we'd be planning a double funeral. My mother can't walk, has a live-in carer, can't remember where she lives, really quite advanced dementia, her friends were calling me up demanding that I take away the car. I sold it right at the peak of the secondhand market for 16k - a stupid little car that did 10 miles a week and was covered in bumps and scratches from the bad driving!
Yet still she maintains, 'Valley stole my car'. And the friends who weren't ringing me up demanding I get rid of it, keep telling me 'oh your mother's so upset about the car'.
Arggggh.