I donated my dead, gaslighting dad's prized Ford Mustang to Wheels-for-Wishes in equal parts hurt/spite, necessity, and karma. I am the only one out of his 3 kids who didn't get a brand new car or full life start, let alone more than twice! I was the only one who gave a damn about him as he told me that my desire and trying to pursue and have a life of my own would be what kills him and in the end, it cost me my best years. Ooowwweee! I own that now, and I'm not taking it back.--- OOWEE! ---the siblings wanted to keep the car (would have sold it later) but did nothing this whole time to claim it---OOWWWEEE! --- I'm stuck in the house he died in with little to no options, chronic pain, and beyond struggling mental health with a dead car getting me HOA threats. BUT, despite all hardships, probate hell is going to leave me pretty much nothing after we move under that bridge for ya'lls ---OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!--- he took my grandparent's inheritence money meant for me and left me with all his clutter and debt collectors, lol! ----OoooOOOOOWEEEeeee.....
