“You heard me,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’ve had your fun fixing it up, but now it’s time to hand it over.
I’ll be selling it myself.”
I stared at her in disbelief. Was she asking me to return her gift? Really, Christine?
“You gave this car to me as a gift, Christine.
Remember? On my birthday?”
Her lips curled into a smirk. “A gift, sure.
But I never said you could keep it.”
I could feel my blood boiling, but I wasn’t about to lose my composure.
“Well, here’s the thing,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I have receipts for every single cent I spent on this car, photos documenting every stage of the restoration, and witnesses who heard you explicitly say it was a gift. So, no, you’re not getting it back.”
Christine’s smirk faltered, but she didn’t back down.
“We’ll see about that,” she said before storming out.
And see we did.
I hired a lawyer, and the court case was swift.
My lawyer presented all the evidence, including testimony from my friends and family who had been at my birthday party.
They confirmed that Christine had declared the car a gift. The judge ruled in my favor, stating that the Mustang was legally mine.
Christine was even ordered to cover my legal fees.
The victory was sweet, but the icing on the cake was what came next.
I sold the Mustang for $20,000 and used part of the money to buy a new car for myself and fund a road trip with Henry. We drove across the country in our dream car, visiting car shows and making memories that we’d cherish forever.
As for Christine, she wasn’t thrilled about the outcome.
Moreover, her son had finally set some firm boundaries.
“Mom, if you can’t respect Elisa, then you’re not welcome in our lives,” he told her.
And just like that, her interference began to dwindle.
I don’t know if she has truly accepted my job as a “real career,” but I’m sure she’ll think twice before handing me another car key again.
Source: amomama
