We have to get rid of our car. I was doing really well about it until my dad called. They don't understand not being able to walk far makes me feel so broken. I'm going to be more trapped in the house. This isn't fair. We've done everything right and we're still getting screwed. Now I'm home alone which I don't do well with until who knows when while the boys walk to the impound to try and get the car back. Spending the last of our money for the month. My world just got a whole lot smaller and I don't like it.