Stuck

It is one thing to have a car and only use it when you really need it. Then being at home is a choice, and you can even pat yourself on the back for being virtuous. It is something else to be without a car. Then you’re stuck at home, and it feels like prison. When I complained about it this morning, my husband said, “After I get home, I’ll take you anywhere you need to go.” I gnashed my teeth at him. He was completely missing the point. It’s not about going places. It’s about freedom and independence. If I do not get my car back soon, I will go crazy!

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