::rewind to 2008::
A few months into our relationship - and a few months after buying a brand spanking new car - Beau and I were together at our local rescue squad, where we were both members. We said our goodbyes and went to go to our houses (since we still lived separately at the time).
Before I had a chance to pull out of the parking lot. BAM! Beau backed into me!!
He thought I had left already. I thought he knew what a freaking mirror was.
Long story short, there I was bawling. The first car I had ever gone to a dealership and bought brand new -- dented! And I'm not talking about a small dent... he dented/crinkled my passenger side door, piece under the door, and front panel. Yes, he dented the bumper on his new car as well but that popped right out.
Did I mention that I cried? A lot? Pretty much all afternoon to my daddy. Then again to Beau when I saw him later that night.
$1,500.00 later -- and wondering if I should break up with the ahole who bashed his car into mine -- my car was back to new and I forgave Beau for what he did. I am extremely careful where I park now though!
And no, I don't have any pictures. I was going to take
some but I didn't want the memory of my new car dented.