So the other day he tells me, "Hey. Get ready to go buy yourself a car cause I'm going to sell yours next week." For refreshers, this is the same car that my father handed the keys to me and said to my face, "Here. It's the last big thing I'll ever do for you." Looks like it wasn't even that, huh?

So I ask him why he's selling it. "You don't take care of it."

"What do you mean I don't take care of it? I change it's oil. It has an oil leak and I'm constantly putting fresh oil in it to keep the level good."

"Oh. Well you don't help me out with it."

"You said all you wanted was $50 a month. I'm paying you that money. So how do I not help out with it?"

"Oh . . . . "

Then he left. I'm ****ing sick and tired of him ****ing with my life, dangling all this shit over my head and trying to scare me into this or that. I just wish the ****ing divorce would go through, and that he'd leave. He SHOULD have left three goddamn months ago, but his lawyers kept stalling.

I'm gonna work even MORE hours now to save up for my OWN car. With my OWN title and registration, and my OWN insurance. After that, there's nothing else that he can use to blackmail me with. And I'll finally be rid of the goddamn bastard.

Rod Steele