Drew got his license. He is ecstatic. Now the battle begins. He assumes that his license is a ticket to use my car whenever he wants to. I think no such thing. Silly boy. I can't afford gas so he can go gadding about all over the place. AND I don't care to risk losing my car because an inexperienced driver didn't quite realize some detail of importance. Nope. You cannot just make plans that include using my car. Besides. I do have a life of my own that requires getting places. I will not be inconvenienced when it comes to the important things like getting to work and getting home when I am tired.
I have spent a good portion of my life waiting for someone to pick me up because I was at the low end of the totem pole and didn't rate my own vehicle. It is a rite of passage. You must earn your wheels, son. We have had the conversation that you must get a job, earn money, buy your own car, and pay the insurance and gas and upkeep. That is what it takes to deserve a set of keys.
Your brothers didn't get handed a car or the right to drive ours just because they were granted the go ahead by New York State. They may allow you to drive, but I am a different matter altogether. You must earn my trust. And that will take time. I know you see this as restrictive, but it is because I love you. I am in no hurry to place you in a compromising position that you are not yet ready to deal with. Chafe all you want. Your time will come, all in good time.
Meanwhile, you can still drive when I am in the car, and be happy I am OK with that!
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