Sort of related: This one girl I dated years ago started by loving, and somehow wound up hating, my Mustang. I wasn't dropping money into the car at all, because I didn't have any. She'd get pissed when I'd want to spend a Saturday washing and detailing the car. She'd get pissed at my refusal to take it to a gas station car wash or spend more than an hour washing the car, which in her mind was "good enough." It was the weirdest damn thing and my first true exposure to insecure daddy issues. The car was only one of many bones of contention between us. I understand the harumphing y'all are doing about "regular sex," but at some point, even regular (and in her case super-freaky) sex just isn't worth it. Y'all have no idea how glad I was to finally get rid of that nutty girl.
