Recently, the husband and I have been trying to consolidate cash to get ready for our new place.

Big item to get rid of is one of the cars. His, because it fetches a higher price.

He took mine and I have none. I am back to public transport and I don’t quite enjoy it.

The agreed timeline is, until we get a new mortgage loan, renovation and move in. Then, we can work out our finances for a new car. It looks like it is only possible at then end of the year.

Still, he kept shopping around for a new one and even made me visit showrooms after he did to look for a seven seater. We are a family of three. Four with helper.

He said we can bring my parents for a weekend trip or medical appointments. We really don’t need to and my parents do not expect that from us. In fact, they rejected the idea fiercely.

“It is also easier to get favours from people at work,” he said. Hence, I think my parents was just an excuse.

Also, he seemed to want to take over his extended family side of the responsibility to chauffeur his relatives around during festive seasons too. Not that I mind but I don’t like it when he complains after that.

Zero down payment or whatever gimmick car dealer uses, one new car is more expensive than two. Ultimately, my car will go but it does not make any financial sense to me at all.

No way you are using money meant for the new home to boost your ego with a car.

I was irritated because I find it a waste of people’s time and also my time to keep looking around at the same thing with no intention to buy now. I will be cursing and swearing if I am the salesperson.

You must have an end goal in doing something and deserve one right slap if you think it is okay to waste other people’s time like that.

We got into a heated argument because I wanted to go shop for my son’s swimwear as he has outgrown his and swimming lessons is only a few days away but the husband made us visit a showroom with him instead.

I burst.

I mean, please prioritise the one with nearer date. He is not going to commit to a new car anytime soon. By the time we are done, it is late. Shops are closed and we have to head back to feed a hungry child.

Still no new swim wear.

I snapped at him. He seemed to think I have free time to go shopping since I get to work from home. Traveling without my own car has become quite a hassle.

The next day, we found out that shops that sells swimwear near our place closed down and we have to travel elsewhere to get it.

At this point I was in a constant outburst.

He insisted he is committed since he sold his car and was unhappy why I did not understand his depressed mood for giving up his precious and blamed me for it. He did not understand why I did not appreciate him sacrificing his ride.

I told him because he drove the car to get happy ending and it makes me upset every time I had to sit in it. He should have gotten rid of it long ago.

Dead silence.

Then, I told him to go ahead and get his own car. I will keep mine.

As of today, we only have our eight year old Volkswagen Golf and I only hear the occasional “this is a nice car” comment but no more car showroom visits. Thankfully.