National Confession Week
In honor of her greatness, The Hot Librarian, I am participating in National Confession Week. I have racked my brain for an appropriate confession, because there are so, so many things that I could confess. I wanted a big confession. A vindictive story to titillate the masses. Or just something that I found amusing. It all began in 1999...
H1 and I divorced in 1999. The terms of our divorce included me getting "custody" of our new car. I was to have it for 2 years, H1 was to pay the payments on it during that time. When I was to give back the car, I would receive our older car, or a car of equivalent value. After 1 year, I get a call from H1. He stopped making the payments on the new car, and I needed to drive it 700 miles to where he lived to give it back. It was getting repossessed. To make this even better, he sold our old car which I was supposed to get and now was going to give me a car that he had bought at an auction and fixed up.
I drove to drop off the car and pick up the used car. I don't even remember the year it was, I just remember it was a VW. I drove it directly over to my dad's house (he lived near H1) and had him check it out. The car needed a little work. A few minor details and it would be fine. All I needed to replace was the engine, radiator, transmission, clutch and THE WHOLE FUCKING CAR! It barely made it back to San Diego. It would overheat if it wasn't in constant motion. It was a pile of total and complete shit. I was soo pissed.
A couple of months later, my mom gives me a call. The finance company that owned the car that I drove to H1 was looking for their car. He hadn't given it back and still wasn't making payments. Now, please note that my divorce from H1 was nasty. Involved a 21 year old psychotic girl with a HUGE rack. He had it coming. So I called the finance company back. I gave them his home phone number, his work phone number, his home address and his work address. I told them his work hours and the best time to repossess the car. I was angry. I was vengeful. I felt better.
H1 and I divorced in 1999. The terms of our divorce included me getting "custody" of our new car. I was to have it for 2 years, H1 was to pay the payments on it during that time. When I was to give back the car, I would receive our older car, or a car of equivalent value. After 1 year, I get a call from H1. He stopped making the payments on the new car, and I needed to drive it 700 miles to where he lived to give it back. It was getting repossessed. To make this even better, he sold our old car which I was supposed to get and now was going to give me a car that he had bought at an auction and fixed up.
I drove to drop off the car and pick up the used car. I don't even remember the year it was, I just remember it was a VW. I drove it directly over to my dad's house (he lived near H1) and had him check it out. The car needed a little work. A few minor details and it would be fine. All I needed to replace was the engine, radiator, transmission, clutch and THE WHOLE FUCKING CAR! It barely made it back to San Diego. It would overheat if it wasn't in constant motion. It was a pile of total and complete shit. I was soo pissed.
A couple of months later, my mom gives me a call. The finance company that owned the car that I drove to H1 was looking for their car. He hadn't given it back and still wasn't making payments. Now, please note that my divorce from H1 was nasty. Involved a 21 year old psychotic girl with a HUGE rack. He had it coming. So I called the finance company back. I gave them his home phone number, his work phone number, his home address and his work address. I told them his work hours and the best time to repossess the car. I was angry. I was vengeful. I felt better.
posted by Sam at
11:01 PM
2 Comments:
I love this story (even thought that sucks for you) because I probably would have done the EXACT same thing!
LOL. He had it coming.
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