Ok I feel like most of you are just going to judge me by the title and just be like 'yeah of course its your fault b*tch' but try to here me out on this. Its kind of a long story but ill do my best to keep it quick.

Just some background info first. Ill get to the crash part eventually I promise. So my dad texted me and said he was bringing his fiance home to meet me for Xmas eve. I literally didnt even no this lady existed but fine. When I met her she kept calling herself 'my new "stepmom'. I'm 24 years old btw so yeah just think abt that for a second.

While we were eating dinner she starts basically bragging about how many scripts she has. Look I no she'd never met me before but my dad had to have at least warned her about me. Like if there was anything she knew about me its that I'm a train wreck. So I'm just sitting there thinking great cant wait to find those. Fast forward later in the nite and I did. She didn't even have them locked up. And before you all start screaming at me no I didnt take them all. I left her a a few for the rest of the holiday (not that she even needs them) so I actually feel like I was sort of being thoughtful in a way.

Ok I no everyone probably wants to blame me at this part but you have to understand that I basically have no self control or at least thats what everyone tells me. I saw them and I just took them. It wasnt even a choice really. My dad nows how I am. So did she (probably.) She bragged about it then left them out where I would find them. So is it really my fault? Think about it.

Anyway I don't actually remember anything else that happened after that so I just have to go based on what my dad and his trophy wife told me. Its hard to now how much of it is even true because they do like to lie trust me.

I guess I found the keys to his new BMW in the dish thing on the table in the hallway. Again I just want to stress that it was out where I could find it. Huge mistake and it was his not mine. My dad nows that me and cars do not mix. There have been incidents in the past. I'm not even allowed to sit in the front seat any more bcs of what happened last time. So why were the keys laying out?

The car is totally destroyed. I never even got it out of the garage tho. I'm guessing I couldn't figure out how. I just wrecked into the wall and garage door and her SUV a bunch of times. I woke up in the hospital later that morning. I had no clue what happened. Still not really sure.

My dad is PISSED at me. Like on one hand I get it. I guess it wasnt just like a regular BMW it was a expensive special edition one or something. But on the other hand. Boo hoo get over it. He doesnt even seem to gaf that I'm still alive. The car is replacable but I'm not right? That happened way back on Xmas and he is still mad about it. I feel like none of it was even my fault in a way.

AITAH or not? Give me a fair chance though please. It's not like I meant for any of it to happen.