Me-30 ,Two boys, 11 and 9
I had a '79 firebird. I loved that car. It was my first car, my ex bought it for me as a wedding present. I didn't get my license until I was almost 18, we got married shortly after I turned 18. I would get in and just drive. Then, it got parked for a Buick, that fit the baby carseat a lot better.
He always promised we'd work on it together, we'd make it pretty, we'd make it reliable, we'd restore it. Because, if I'm honest, it was kinda junk. It needed a lot of work, but, I didn't care, and I trusted him.
By the time he left, it hadn't been driven in a couple years. I got it running again, and he'd use it to taunt me. He'd call and ask to buy it. He'd call and tell me he was going to fight me for it in the divorce. He would call and tell me that the OW really loved it, and he was going to find away for her to have it. I got way to invested about fighting him for this car. I said many times I'd sell it, and I'd sit it in my parents front yard, asking far more than it was worth, then when nobody called, I'd be happy, that at least i "tried".
The only thing my H knows about cars is how to spell it. It isn't his thing. But, he told me he didn't mind if I kept it and worked on it, but, since he knew nothing, if I really wanted a sports car, all I had to do was say the word and we'd go shopping for one. And, for awhile I insisted I must keep this car.
Saturday, I decided to post an ad, to try to sell it. Figuring I wouldn't have any interest. We aren't doing anything with it, it was jus one more tie to my ex, he still asked about it all the time, and those new bodies on the Mustangs are pretty sweet.
6 hours and 38 calls, texts, and e-mails later from various people, I sold it. For $750 ($50 more than I bought it for a decade ago), to a 14 year old boy who was so excited he was almost crying as his dad loaded it on a trailer. A trailer full of memories gone for me, and hopefully a load full of memories for that boy.
And, I have a nice little stash of Christmas money, and was able to use some of it to replace clothes I've shrunken out of over the last few months.
And, I'm feeling pretty awesome about it. I did tell Aussie though, we need to start saving up for a down payment.
[This message edited by Weatherly at 8:54 AM, December 3rd (Tuesday)]
It will all be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end
Happily remarried to a wonderful man (Aussie). I think I found the right guy and the right finger this time.