I have no luck with cars.
We chose this one so it wouldn't be tempting to steal, being an L reg, automatic, uncool car. For gods sake, it only has a tape deck! Apparently not.
It's not just the fact that they broke in, destroyed the steering column and physically broke (by twisting) the steering wheel. It's the nastiness of it: kicking and twisting the passenger rear door, snapping off the back windscreen wiper. I left nothing in there for you to take, so you thought you'd just batter the car instead? The police estimate the damage at £450 to £500. That's more than the car's worth, so it's probably a write off. I can't face telling my parents yet, or the thought of my 71 year old, disabled Dad insisting on scrambling around a scrappie to try and find the parts to fix it ourselves and make it useable again, or hurting himself trying to fit them. I don't want him to have to do that, he's too old for this crap, and I don't want to be the reason that he feels he should have to.
The police came, and, as expected, could do nothing. They were sympathetic, but there were no useable fingerprints.
I was good and held it together while the police where here: cheerful, upbeat, accepting that there was nothing more they could do. But now they've gone, I've fallen apart a bit. I've had a cry about it, and now I'm sitting here, still bursting into tears, with red, sore eyes, feeling sick, and with a thumping head.
I don't get it. I try to be a good person, be nice to others, be helpful and try and make other people happy. Yet I still get shat upon. And they're probably out there, getting drunk and having a laugh, while I try and figure out if I can do without a car, how horrendous my premiums would be if I tried claiming, how much this is all going to cost me, at a time when I'm not exactly rolling in money. Me and my family will suffer because of some little shits.
It's hard to not take something like this personally, especially when this is the 4th time in just over 2 years.
