I said my car had “died” and I was told to get psychiatric help because I was devastated 😂
this was my first car and I’d had amazing fun with it. 2000s Land Rover type, my mother had given to me after she’d driven it throughout my teen years. It even had a sodding name. Suddenly, it all went “bang” and it couldn’t be fixed. My mechanic was gutted for me. He knew how much I adored that bloody thing.
insult to injury was that I had just had genuinely the worst six months of my life. My best friend moved in with me and my boyfriend, had a breakdown and said some really evil shit to me, and then, once I kicked her out, partner and I couldn’t pay the rent. So… we both had to move back to our parents hours apart. I was so fucking gutted. And my car literally broke down with all of my belongings in the back, as I was mid move out to my folks’ two hours away. So, sobbing behind the wheel of quite genuinely felt like the last familiar thing I had left in my life… I felt actual grief.
my dad, bless him, found the money to help me buy another car. But I remember just crying and saying “I’m not sad that my car is gone. I’m sad that [name] is gone. Nothing can replace her”.
id gone car camping, worked as a delivery driver, driven to other holidays, all in my beloved car. Beach days so often there was sand all in it. I got all my confidence from driving it. So when it went… I felt trapped at my folks’ house. Away from my old life. Just so gutted.
I eventually (six months later) got a Mini Cooper 3 door. Very different to my old tank of a car, but at the time I knew I couldn’t stomach going like- for-like. Especially with upkeep costs of a diesel Land Rover. only thing that made me feel better is my partner had promised that one day, when we have the money, we’ll buy me the same model and do it up together so I get to have my lovely old banger back. Upgrade the engine and all sorts.
I do feel a pang of sadness when I think about how my og car is gone forever but i love my new car an awful lot.