Ignore this if you want but I’m going to rant for a bit about this whole fucking situation.
A week and a half ago, the fucking idiot in the blue truck hit my car (the silver one). My fiance was driving it. Daniel is driving down this residential road, so he’s already slowed to 30km/hr. For a short length (5 feet maybe), Daniel hits a patch of ice and starts sliding a little bit. Meanwhile, the blue truck is turning the corner. Once around that corner, he can see my car. He has about 4-5 car lengths to stop, which he could have easily done, because he was taking a left turn and has to slow down to yield anyways (and who takes a corner on an icy road super fast anyways). Instead, he speeds up to 50-55km/hr immediately. Daniel gains control back just before impact. The guy legitimately said to both Daniel and the cop “I thought I could get through.” What you can’t see from the picture is that he is touching a white truck on his other side. He had hit the white truck’s mirror (shattering it) and pushing the mirror holder thing back (most new mirrors can easily push back to prevent them from breaking off). He was side-by-side with the white truck, maybe with a 5” gap between the two trucks. He could not have made it past my car without still hitting that white truck. On a residential road like the one it happened on, it is illegal to not stop and let one person by at a time (apparently). It is also definitely illegal to not try to avoid a collision (which speeding up instead of stopping would be). I will also point out that our vehicles are not touching in the picture. This is because blue truck decided to move his truck (not supposed to do that idiot). Now, as you can see, there is quite a bit of damage to my car. The front decal, which stretched from front driver’s lights to front passenger’s lights, was torn off and thrown beside the blue truck. The front driver’s door also no longer opens. There is no headlight anymore. There is a fluid leak (idk if it’s the radiator or the windshield washer fluid). The hood also won’t close properly. His truck had barely any damage and it’s already fixed. My car is not drivable at the moment. Cops were called. The cop comes and checks it out. She also notes that 3 cars almost rear ended my car because they slid at the exact same spot. Why she didn’t put up pylons, idk. She takes both statements, about a million pictures, and calls a tow truck to remove my car. Tow truck driver gets there, first tries to put the shards of broken fiberglass, decal, light, etc. (which are now wet with snow, covered in road sand, and have fluid from where ever is leaking on them) in the backseat of my car, instead of bagging them and putting them in his own vehicle like he’s supposed to. He then forces the driver’s door open (which, like I said, wouldn’t open because it was damaged), which I’m sure made the damage to my car worse. Of course Daniel and his dad told him off, but it was too late, he had already done both. Then everyone leaves. Blue truck is able to drive his truck because it’s not damaged.
Then, we hear from my insurance company, of course blue truck is blaming us. This was not our fault. The guy is just a dick (Daniel apparently recognized him and he was still a dick a couple years back). We send them pictures, and diagrams, and our side of the story. We couldn’t send them the police report, because we still didn’t have it. It has been at least 5 days at this point.
Yesterday, we got the collision report. It is wrong. It says that all the damage is to my front passenger’s side. Great, now we have to deal with that before sending it to insurance.
Insurance calls today to say that we’re at fault. She called before getting a police report, before clearing it with her supervisor, without scaling the pictures, and basically just bullshitting us. Now we have to go talk to her supervisor, because I’m not dealing with this bitch again. Go talk to my mother today (the car is registered to her because I could not pay the insurance yet - I’m too broke). My mom is a fucking saboteur. She’s talking to the insurance company like she has insight into what happened. She was not there, all she has is what we have told her. She should not be talking. In talking to her, we find 4 or 5 discrepancies in what the insurance company told us, and what they told her. Basically, more bullshit. This lady should be fired. The insurance companies do not want to pay for damages - that loses them money. They’re all about gaining money. No insurance company is going to jump to blaming their own person, knowing that they’re going to have to pay for it. It’s just this lady - she probably should be fired, because she’s such a fucking idiot.
Tonight, we call the constable who wrote the collision report to tell her that she got the information wrong. She changes it on her report file thing, whatever. Daniel asks her what SUI mean (because that’s what’s checked off on the report). She says still under investigation, but it is now complete. Daniel asks her who she decided was at fault, she says she’s leaving it up to the insurance company, who might I remind you is already trying to fuck us over. It’s out of her hands. We now have to give the case number to the insurance company so they can request the report. I don’t trust the idiot who has our case. She clearly doesn’t know what she’s doing, but neither Daniel nor I have any time to go to the insurance place to talk to a supervisor because we’re always at school. Daniel has to go down there next Tuesday (if he doesn’t I will kill him) and talk to someone, or just deal with this fucking idiot who is trying to fuck us over.
Meanwhile, I am relying on Daniel’s mom for rides everywhere because Daniel’s never here. Daniel is borrowing his dad’s truck. Then, once Daniel’s mom goes back to work, I am out of a ride. All of my friends have moved out of the town I live in. I have one friend here who drives, and she works all the time, so I can’t ask her for rides. I don’t know how I’m going to get to work now. I can’t afford a new car. I couldn’t even afford to pay for registration on this one. I am not walking to work - it would take too long, and I would just show up filthy, because everything is covered in disgusting, melted road shit, and it is impossible to avoid getting that on your pants/shoes.
I really feel like I’m getting screwed over here. I just don’t know what to do.
I am so mad at Daniel, blue truck, my mom, the fucking insurance company. Like. Fuck. And I’m so preoccupied with this shit, I can’t even concentrate on my school work. I need a B in this fucking class.
I’m just so stressed out and I just don’t know what to do. I need this to be over with so I can move on with my life.