Its been a rough few years for me.
I am not looking for pitty, or to say my life is worse than anyone else's. People all around the world are struggling, this just happens to be my story, what I'm struggling with.
It all started in August 2023. I had been working on a 2008 Charger RT for 7 years. Took it from factory, to a black stallion of speed, and pride. What took so long? Im a simple man, and dont have a ton of money. Took me 7 years of saving, doing my own work when i could, and budget gadgets from Amazon. Not to mention my kids come first, so there's that.
I was walking out of Walmart heading to my car that I parked at the far end of the lot to prevent people from door dinging. Yeah, yeah, I know...only jerk-offs do that. In my defense it wasn't like I was hogging two spots, or god forbid 4 spots. I did it because again, I'm a simple man that doesnt have a ton of money to spare. So there I am, walking and I just happened to notice a brown spot. This spot was located at the jackpoint, right under the driver side passenger door. I got down on the ground, and noticed that the pinch welds were rotted, and rotted other metal around it. I cried. Im not afraid to say it, but I cried for about 10 minutes. I had worked so hard, put a lot of OT hours not for not only my kids, but to have $30-50 per check for myself to put away as well. I did this for 7 years. I had already fixed rust prior, even had a rear quarter panel cut out/replaced.
I felt defeated. I knew I wouldn't have the money to fix this, and I swore to my kids I was gonna keep this car forever. I loved it that much.
Long story short, I traded the car for a Harley Davidson and cash. At the time I had convinced myself it was for the best because this would be much easier to work on, and I could always get another car later.
Well, that didn't work out either. My wife and I had our 6th child in July 2024. Complete suprise. Didnt financially prepare ourselves as we did with the previous and that led to me selling my bike to get baby items, and have some money during her 12-week leave from work.
I know what you are thinking, "poor guy", but this is a first world problem. Welcome to becoming an adult. I get that, 100%. Im not here to throw a fit, but to tell you I'm hurting inside. I have 6 wonderful kids, a dedicated and loving wife, and my health. What could I ask for? Selfishly a project that i can dedicate myself too when my father and husband priorities are done for the day. Somewhere I can escape too for just a little while. I could go for a drive, or a ride on my bike. Blast some tunes and just forget about stuff for 20-30 minutes.
With my rigorous work schedule, my homes repairs getting out of control, I find myself more depressed by it all. Just a depressed feeling i may never be able to afford another car. Not to mention a strong urgency to get back what I had lost. That few minutes of expression of speed or wind blowing all around me. That purpose beyond parenting and spouse support.
I know this makes me sound selfish, and I will admit I can be. But that's a whole other story. I don't feel like im entitled to anything, just want the universe to let up, and give me a chance to work for this goal.
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I am not looking for pitty, or to say my life is worse than anyone else's. People all around the world are struggling, this just happens to be my story, what I'm struggling with.
It all started in August 2023. I had been working on a 2008 Charger RT for 7 years. Took it from factory, to a black stallion of speed, and pride. What took so long? Im a simple man, and dont have a ton of money. Took me 7 years of saving, doing my own work when i could, and budget gadgets from Amazon. Not to mention my kids come first, so there's that.
I was walking out of Walmart heading to my car that I parked at the far end of the lot to prevent people from door dinging. Yeah, yeah, I know...only jerk-offs do that. In my defense it wasn't like I was hogging two spots, or god forbid 4 spots. I did it because again, I'm a simple man that doesnt have a ton of money to spare. So there I am, walking and I just happened to notice a brown spot. This spot was located at the jackpoint, right under the driver side passenger door. I got down on the ground, and noticed that the pinch welds were rotted, and rotted other metal around it. I cried. Im not afraid to say it, but I cried for about 10 minutes. I had worked so hard, put a lot of OT hours not for not only my kids, but to have $30-50 per check for myself to put away as well. I did this for 7 years. I had already fixed rust prior, even had a rear quarter panel cut out/replaced.
I felt defeated. I knew I wouldn't have the money to fix this, and I swore to my kids I was gonna keep this car forever. I loved it that much.
Long story short, I traded the car for a Harley Davidson and cash. At the time I had convinced myself it was for the best because this would be much easier to work on, and I could always get another car later.
Well, that didn't work out either. My wife and I had our 6th child in July 2024. Complete suprise. Didnt financially prepare ourselves as we did with the previous and that led to me selling my bike to get baby items, and have some money during her 12-week leave from work.
I know what you are thinking, "poor guy", but this is a first world problem. Welcome to becoming an adult. I get that, 100%. Im not here to throw a fit, but to tell you I'm hurting inside. I have 6 wonderful kids, a dedicated and loving wife, and my health. What could I ask for? Selfishly a project that i can dedicate myself too when my father and husband priorities are done for the day. Somewhere I can escape too for just a little while. I could go for a drive, or a ride on my bike. Blast some tunes and just forget about stuff for 20-30 minutes.
With my rigorous work schedule, my homes repairs getting out of control, I find myself more depressed by it all. Just a depressed feeling i may never be able to afford another car. Not to mention a strong urgency to get back what I had lost. That few minutes of expression of speed or wind blowing all around me. That purpose beyond parenting and spouse support.
I know this makes me sound selfish, and I will admit I can be. But that's a whole other story. I don't feel like im entitled to anything, just want the universe to let up, and give me a chance to work for this goal.
Sent from my cool flippy phone using Operation Sports mobile app
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