His Car Obsession? It’s Clinical
Language: en
My boyfriend was obsessed with his car. Clinically, pathologically obsessed. He called his supercar his ‘baby.’ Me, his girlfriend? I was just the passenger. His social media feed was a shrine to his car, with not a single picture of me. When he upgraded the rearview mirrors, the caption read: Got my baby a new toy. I respected his hobby. I never said a word. Until the day I overheard him and his friends outside a private lounge, playing a game they called ‘trading trophies.’ And there, on the massive screen in front of them, was me. A private video of us, playing on a loop, from every…