Bought him a car

After cousin Dale died, he found a solution to his car problem. He didn’t want to keep making me miss appointments or be late when he didn’t make it back from work on time. I had been so generous, but he didn’t want to do that to me anymore.

He told me he had found a great deal on a car… just needed me to finance it for him for a few months. Whoa! Anxiety went into overload that day.

Now, you can ask any of my friends. I’ll give them the shirt off my back, let them bring their kids to live with me after a breakup, take them out and get them drunk when they’re having a rough day, whatever. I’m always there. But this…

Dirty BJ had told me that his food truck business was moving from being a food truck to being a brick and mortar restaurant out in Stonewall, TX. This is a great locations due to all of the wineries, distilleries, and breweries between Johnson City and Fredricksburg. He told me his business plan, number of applications for new wineries, distilleries, and breweries along the route. I had seen the reviews. Great food. I had heard the conversations with customers that would call. “Focusing our efforts on a new restaurant in the area”.

“Because our business loan is so big, our accountant told dad and I not to do anything that would affect our credit scores, such as a large purchase like a car or a house.” Mmmm. Okay. Hook line and sinker.

He knew the anxiety was getting to me about this. Fat Fuck (ex-husband) had married me for his financial gain. He KNEW this. He KNEW this is why I had such anxiety. I finally told myself, he’d given me some sort of evidence for every story he had told me. Pictures, pointed out locations, etc. All of it lined up. All of his stories lined up to the evidence, including the online background check (more about that later) that I did. What’s the worst that can happen, right? I have two cars. No biggie. I can swing that and then turn the Dirty Whore (my Jeep) into a true toy. Sweet. Oh boy was I wrong, but that’s for another day… well, days.

So, we wind up getting a 2012 Audi A6. Low miles, get the extended warranty. I had no problem with calling my credit union and getting immediate approval. Correction. I got a new car. Dirty BJ just picked it out. He was so proud and immediately started posting on Facebook about it. He lives on Facebook. Was always posting about all of the things that we were doing.

Now, at this time we still weren’t active on Facebook together. In some of our mutual groups we were, but for the most part we agreed to keep our relationship off Facebook. He was the first person I had seriously dated after my divorce, ALL of my friends new Fat Fuck. I knew there would be questions and comments and for those that hadn’t figured out I was divorced, the BIG questions about that whole story would start coming. I liked our quiet little existence. We knew each other’s close friends (that were local). Went on double dates. He knew my family. We had a good life. I didn’t need to prove something by posting it all over Facebook. I didn’t want anyone… meddling.