I'd found a new boyfriend after a while. I thought I could get relationships right this time. Hadn't I had bad luck before? It went well until I moved in with him.
"Why my car?" I asked.
"Yours has a higher resale value," he said. He pointed to the magazine in his hand. He was right. "I would sell mine if it had a high resale value."
I believed him when he told me that our expenses for that month were too high. It was the gas bill he said. My car was the culprit. I believed him because he had the bank statements. Our combined assets sustained the house and despite the fact that I bought him things, I didn't donate enough expenses to the household.
He slapped down the bill. Even when I walked to work and used the subway, he said that I should sell the car. It was cash that we could get easily. The car wasn't that old, but it was still a large source of cash.
The car did its job. It wasn't perfect, but it got me around. I could drive to Boston and back without worrying that it would break down. It was not an expensive car, but the resale value was a pretty decent chunk of money. I found him reading magazines looking at the cost of the car.
I let him sell the car after he slapped down the numbers for its resale value.
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No Strings
RomanceBess's life never went right. Her mother always called Bess her sad little accident. Her boyfriends demeaned her, killed her pets, and threatened violence on her. And becoming an Advertising Designer seemed always a little out of reach. So she thoug...
