I have a confession to make. I have been living with a 25 year old. Yeah, he is my daughter's age. She was always giving me flack about that. Lately little things that never bothered me started to.
All the noises he makes got on my nerves. Every morning he spits and makes loud noises. I don't even want to get into his gas problems. I was having a hard time getting him to work. In fact he out right refused to work this week.
I had thought about kicking him to the curb before. I always changed my mind because I thought about the good times with him. He use to be dependable and was always there for me. But lately I found myself begging him to work with me.
I started leaving my options open and asked myself why I should stick with him. Monday was the icing on the cake. He left me stranded. So I finally had enough and it was time to let him go. Today I had him picked up and said goodbye.
I sold my 1983 Stanza today and bought a new car. It is a 1999 Grand Am. I put a lot of miles on my 25 year old Stanza and well in human years I guess he was more like a 90 year old. It was time for the car to go.
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