Mrs g's driving ability is crap, but more concerning is the fact that every time she has an 'incident', of which there have been many over the years, she fails to tell me
, hoping that this
'fanatical about keeping the car tidy and straight, with eyes like a shit 'ouse rat' won't notice.
She's managed to bash young G jnrs car again this week, against a low down post, creasing the door.
I noticed it immidiately as young G drove back onto the path from college last night.
He already knew as she'd told him, but asked him NOT to tell me as she knew I'd kick off.
Well what TF do you expect me to do ey? Send you a bunch of flowers and congratulatory card celebrating the fact that you've done more damage to MY car for the 5 th time in 12 months?
Yes, I ranted at her, not so much for the fact that she's caused mire uneccessary expense to the already stretched household budget, only that's bad enough,but more about this seemingly cynical and devious trend of hers in keeping secrets from me, and encouraging the kids to keep schtum too.
Her best freind backed into my pride and joy 4 years ago, and damged the bottom of the rear bumper, low down.
I didn't actually notice the damge until I was polishing the car several weeks later.
Mrs G was out, but young G jnr heard me hollering about the damage when I discovered it.
"I'm not supposed to tell you but I know how it happened" he said.
To save getting him into trouble, I've said nowt....until last night.
Marriage/trust/no secrets/honesty?
What other skeletons are lurking I wonder?