Hating a brand of car because of an N?

But I do have a problem with an entire neighborhood... In fact, there is also a country I would rather see blown off the map...and an island too! I'd never hate a car though...but would love to see the entire Tuxedo industry go belly up! But a car?...nah, that's so immature... I do wish however, that a particular building would be carried away by a tornado in the middle of the night - the only challenge is and what holds me back is I know he'd probably "lucky charm" that he is be out dancing with baby orca when it hit... So for me, no I've removed myself from all negative thinking...to answer your question - no I don't believe I hate a particular car. Hugs!

Wait! What's his name? "Dodge?" LOL

The stupid Toyota 4-Runner. Sushi. The court system. "To Kill a Mockingbird." California. Gold crucifixes. Tans. Skyy vodka. Turf. Chicken Parmesan. Italian things of all kinds. Blue striped shirts. The Chicago Air Show. Foster parenting. I freaking kid you not. I see an ad for foster parenting and it makes me want to throw up and kill people. How sick is that?

Every song I listen to has some sort of memory to it. Ex N was a douchebag DJ, It SUCKS! I have thrown away everything else that remind me of him.. I have ZERO photos of him, hard copy or computer. Gave him our "memory box" of sentimental crap in it a LONG time ago. (im sure its that was trashed a long time ago) I had a box of sex crap that he bough for "US" lol for sure got rid of that. Even clothes, a few he bough me and others just reminded me of a "special" times with him. ALL GONE and soon will be the memory of him. *P00F*

We had a LDR & the asshole took a photo of a Porshe he saw in a parking lot and posted it on his FB. Well as I'm looking at the photo in the background I see his child getting into a car I don't recognize & a redhead at the back of the car so I say something to him about it & he tells me it was his ex gf & she had stopped by and took he & his kids blah, blah, blah . . . You want to talk about denial? To this day I actually believe him, that she just stopped by - maybe it's because I dont want to admit I was such a fool to give him love & money & most of all my time & it all meant nothing to him because he thinks of me as a household appliance, disposable, interchangeable. I am so fucking mad at him right now. Sorry, I know this was supposed to be light hearted but I think I just had a break through by admitting to myself that he really was cheating on my the entire time. I am humiliated.

No, you're nto the only one. And for me, it's not just cars, it's all sorts of objects. When I packed up my stuff to move out of the house, I deliberately left anything that made me feel bad to look at it, and it's surprising the number of things that included. Even now, I have earrings that I'm going to have to get rid of because they remind me of a vacation we took and I have two other pairs that I bought for myself for our 10th and 15th anniversary. Every time I look at them I remember that I bought them for myself, and resent the fact that he could never be bothered to give me a present. Ever. I wonder if we'll ever recover. I'm planning another move at the end of the summer, and as I pack I'll be doing another purge and getting rid of anything that makes me think of him.

I'm friends with a pastor who's a chaplain at the local mental hospital. He has the EXACT same car as the ex-Psych prof, the same light blue Volvo I always looked forward to seeing. This chaplain is a devout man of God, NOT a Narc, and he has to deal with extreme mental illness/psychopathology when he works at the mental hospital.

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I'm friends with a pastor who's a chaplain at the local mental hospital. He has the EXACT same car as the ex-Psych prof, the same light blue Volvo I always looked forward to seeing. This chaplain is a devout man of God, NOT a Narc, and he has to deal with extreme mental illness/psychopathology when he works at the mental hospital.

No, you're not the only one. I used to really like Ford Mustangs (1960's era). Xnh was absolutely obsessed with all Mustangs. He could tell you what trim packages and tire sizes come on each one just by looking at it. Xnh was particularly fixated on exhaust pipes for some strange reason. He would even download mp3 files of other guy's running their Mustangs so that he could listen to it over and over and over. Bizarre. Whatever flips his skirt up. :) Down through the years, I got SO sick and tired of xnh constantly interrupting me to say, "OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THE EXHAUST PIPES ON THAT BOSS 302!!!!" or similar comments. He was just blatantly obnoxious and rude about it. I would be discussing something really important with xnh, and he would just plow right into the middle of a sentence (either his or mine - didn't matter). I still think an old Mustang is a nice looking car. However, now I can't look at one without thinking of xnh interrupting me. Like I pointed out to xnh (many times), There is something seriously wrong with a "man" being rude to his wife because he's looking at another man's exhaust. rofl. So for me, I now associate Ford Mustangs with xnh. Two other things I associate with xnh are the rock bands Rush and Queensryche. Now I like their music as much as the next person. Don't get me wrong, if you happen to be a fan of either. However, xnh thinks these are the ONLY bands in the universe that are worth hearing. That is ALL he has listened to since the 1980's. Literally. Every single song on every single album, in order of release date (and he has them all in EVERY format - LP, cassette, CD, video, DVD, remastered, imported, dubbed, ALL of them). Talk about repetition. I cannot hear either of these band's music without thinking of xnh (and yes, I change the song when I hear it because it has a painful association for me).

My N drank Busch Light. I can't stand to look at a busch light can now. I also can't stand the smell of it either. Ugh!!!