It’s the most ridiculous reason for feeling that ‘broken hearted’ stab of pain to the heart in the world.
I can only liken it to the feeling (and I haven’t had to endure this for years thank goodness) to getting the confirmation that you’re being cheated on or else after ages of disbelief and anxiety, it’s finally true – you’re being dumped.
And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
Agents contacted me and told my the book it sh*te already?
Husband cheating on me?
Three-tiers of school fallen on my head?
No – we’ve been told that after nearly 2 weeks of assessments, the car is a write-off.
It hurts my heart – I don’t know how else to describe it.
And just millimetres away from my head is a big tray labelled ‘crap’ which contains insurance companies, finance agreements on a now deceased car, bank balances, credit crunches (with a soft caramel centre? I wish) and reduced working hours/cashflow – teetering dangerously and waiting for that final straw to send it crashing down.
Because I’ve heard worse things happen at sea.
If I’d been in the same kind of head-on collision in my lovely boat then I sure as hell wouldn’t be blogging about it right now.