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10:17 p.m. - Thursday, May. 13, 2004 I have a 2 door 2001 Chevy Cavalier. Before I got pregnant and even while I was pregnant, it was a good car to have. Since having Jesse, that car has been a bitch to have because it is kinda rough getting her in and out of the back seat. The front seats don't slide up enough nor do they lean forward enough to comfortably get out of the car with her. Plus, the bigger she gets, she's going to need a more accomodating car seat. My Mom got her a new one this passed weekend and while I THINK it WILL fit in the back seat, deep down I don't feel so sure. I won't feel sure until I actually see it in my car. But as Jesse gets bigger, I will need a bigger vehicle to haul her around in. So, yeah, the idea of trading in my car crossed my mind. I called a dealership today to see what I would need to do to trade it in. I was told that I would have to possibly reapply for a loan and (this is the big one) that I would have to get the permission of L's grandparents because their name is on the car loan. I didn't want to fool with this because I hate that my inlaws know our business the way that they do. But, I took a stab at it and told L to talk to his grandparents. He did and they said no. According to him, they said that "They were not financially in a plce to do something like that and neither were we." We weren't asking for their money, first of all. Second, they didn't even consider something like that because they make snap decisions without any fucking consideration. My thinking was that we could get another used car on the lot and maybe we could get something that would be around the same or a little less than what we are now paying for the Cavalier. Third, I wish like hell that L would get off his duff and try harder to get the best damn job in the world. He's been sitting on his ass for about a month now and conversing with Job Service going, "WV Steel is going to call. Job Service says that they're calling to hire people at such and such a time." To my knowledge they have not called and he needs to stop looking for these piddly little jobs that are only $7 or $8 and hour. Yes, that's good compared to minimum wage, but he needs to do better and try harder and I don't think he realizes that. I know he doesn't. I am sick and tired of being financially joined at the hip to his dad and his grandparents. I'm embarassed that he's such a mooch and bums money off of them because we can't afford to pay some bills that we have. He sent me a text on my phone lastnight asking me why I hated him. My reply was, "you read my diary and you can't figure it out?" That is how thick he is, how oblivious he is. Like I said, he read the entry where I said I wanted to leave and he said and did nothing. I'm not going to get into questioning why the hell do I stay?? But I am just so sick and tired of the inlaws knowing every shit we take. It's yet another reason why I don't go around and see them if I don't have to. I need to be free, end of story. This shit is killing me. End of story. I think it's really time to take some action. I'm tired of sitting on my ass and feeling like this day in and day out. I'm tired of everything. G'nite
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