I consider myself a fiercely loyal person (as so do all the personality tests I've taken since I was fourteen). That is why when I bought a new car this weekend, I nearly cried.
It is a
very nice car. It has everything we were looking for. We spent over a
year shopping for it because we, and by "we" I mean my husband, are OCD about getting a good deal.
I try to comfort myself
with the memories of my old car. It was the car I got in high school and
loved loved loved loved loved. It represented freedom, trust, and
leaving the house whenever I wanted (back when going to the grocery
store was fun). I realize that now it's time to pass the car on to my
younger sister and I wish her all the same feelings joy and attachment I
But I still can't swallow the feelings of
betrayal every time (it's been one day now) I drive by my old car, sadly
parked on the side of the road because there is no room in the garage
for it. The old car isn't yelling accusations, it's too good for that.
But the new car practically gloats (see actual image below). And that's what hurts the worst.