Who Needs a Man…

Today I accomplish what I consider to be a milestone. Being a 21-year-old girl in college, living on my own, in an old run down house, my dad or a guy friend gets a call at least once a week on what to do. Whether it has something to do with fixing the house, killing/getting rid of something gross, or doing some heavy lifting.


I have a junk car with a lifespan of hopefully until May. I love my Jerry, and I honestly don’t want him to go just yet. For about a week I knew something was going on. Then it finally happened he died. I cried, it was like watching the love of my life die. However, I wasn’t going to let this happen. I researched the crap out of what was going on. I was not letting my baby boy die on me just yet.

After ignoring all my school work for a week and focusing only on how to fix my Jerry, I finally solved the problem. I opened the hood and started cruising through youtube on how to take this bad boys battery out. I will admit I needed to borrow some tools but I did all the dirty work myself!

When it came time to fix my Jerry and put his new battery in I was nervous. One what if I did it wrong and hurt my car even more and two what if I ended up needing to take it to the shop like my dad told me I should do. However, I was determined to do this on my own. I wasn’t going to need my dad or any man to fix my Jerry. Once again I started cruising through YouTube to make sure I was doing everything right.

When it was all in and fit snug it was time to turn him on. But Jerry wouldn’t turn on. He wouldn’t even turn over! The only thing I could think of was I have officially killed my Jerry. I was so upset, I didn’t know what to do next. I called a friend to come look at Jerry to see if he could figure out what I did wrong. When he came over the most embarrassing but best-feeling thing happened to me.


My friend didn’t even touch Jerry or fiddle with anything, which was the embarrassing part. The best feeling was that I got my Jerry back to almost as good as new without the help of any man. It was a milestone for me! Being able to fix something that men are the “best at” means I don’t need to rely on anyone but myself for future issues.

Don’t get me wrong I still need a man for things like cuddling and to stand next to me in a tux when I’m all dressed up. BUT I DO NOT need a man to help me with any heavy/dirty work at all because I can do it all by myself!

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