Ok, Bois. Story time. My ex drove a 2016 Mini Cooper S. I fucking hated that car. It took premium, and fucking CHUGGED oil. I'm talking a quart of full synthetic oil every ~1000 miles. If you know anything about turbo cars, they absolutely NEED oil. I, being a pretty decent mechanic, ended up taking care of it because she refused to take responsibility for it. There are a shitload of known issues/defects with that car (shitty year). While we were together it was a pretty common point of contention between us. I told her repeatedly that she should sell it and get something with a lower cost of ownership. She was raised with a silver spoon, but her dad f*cked up and got in some trouble with the SEC, losing ALL of his money and completely destabilizing their family unit as he was the breadwinner. The car was the last token of her old life, so she refused to let it go.
I grew up pretty poor, so I was already accustomed to living on the cheap. She wanted to keep up appearances and maintain the lifestyle she was raised with. Anyway, we broke up. (For lots of reasons, including her inability to live within our means) Now, I'll say that even though she was a bit spoiled, I loved her. Deeply. We were together for almost 4 years. The break up was hard.
Within a couple months my buddy, who was still friends with her on Instagram, mentioned that she had a new guy. He showed me her profile and I see that not only is she dating some new daddy-type (10 years her senior), but he's already taken her on an international trip and she's been posting pictures left and right. I was gutted.
So, whatever. I cry. Get drunk. Try to ignore it as best I can. Some time passes (weeks) I'm walking home from the bar one night, burrito in hand, and my phone rings. Restricted. I don't really process that it might be her (I've been drinking), so I answer. It's her. Fuck.
She proceeds to tell me that she seized the engine in her Mini and she just really needs to 'hear my voice' (not topping off the oil. Don't buy a mini, Bois.) So whatever, I'm a lil tipsy and I'll admit it is kinda nice to hear her voice. She also mentions that her and newguy were on there way out for a date at the time and that he DITCHED HER on the side of the road while she waited for AAA and left her to fend for herself because he had friends to meet and didn't want to 'deal with her car shit.'
I know it's shitty to take delight in the suffering of others, but I'm finding it super hard to not smile as she's telling me this. But, I'm not gonna be a dick about it, so I end up comforting her anyway. They broke up a short time later. That was the last time we spoke. So, that was the end of her rebound, and car.
Just remember, Bois. She's just trying to fill the void. She's still the same person, and whatever issues broke you up will proceed to her next relationship, or rebound. Just keep doin you. Facebook up, delete your lawyer, and hit the gym. Things will fall into place. Hope this helps comfort someone.