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Yes, I posted last week that I was moving out, and I am, but goodness gracious! How much will I be made to endure until I can actually find a place and move???
Saturday morning I noticed a dent (complete w/ paint removal) on my new car. It looked like someone tried to park next to me on my driver's side, but that they hit me (the wheel well rim) with their bumper.
Both of my kids (my son Tim and his friend, Shayne) pull in to the driveway on my driver's side. (They park one behind the other next to me.)
I checked both of their bumpers for paint, and both of them have paint.
I asked my son if he knew anything about the dent in my car. He said "no."
I asked Shayne if he knew anything about the dent in my car. He said, "Tim hit it with my car."
Of course, Shayne doesn't want me to tell Tim that Shayne ratted him out, so I went to Tim and said, "Shayne's car has paint from my car on his bumper. He said he didn't hit my car, but I can't have him living here if he can't be straight with me. And I can't afford to fix my car."
Tim offered to pay for the damage, but insisted that he "didn't think Shayne did it."
I suppose it's possible that Shayne is lying about Tim driving his car into mine, but to be honest, Shayne has been more honest with me than Tim has in the last year or so.
You know, a few months ago, my kid kit a parked car, and he did the right thing: made contact w/ the owner and made sure he took responsibility.
Why the hell am I worth less courtesy than a stranger?????
With each week that goes by, I am more and more depressed. I sure hope I can get out of there before I completely lose my mind.
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