update of clarity on my broke down van

     I came to understand and accept that my vehicle was not getting fixed so I'd make friends of locals. True; ride sharing is one way to make friends. I was content with that. Now it just struck me with utter clarity: That's not for them to decide. Then the knowing came quietly with it: we are getting the van fixed.
     My inner aspects start processing this: " Forcing it, for my own good-I get it". Then; "That's some seriously toxic masculine forcing it's self on the feminine. I don't want to be disabled in order to make friends. That's like tying me up to make me your 'lover'. That's called rape, dude/dudette." Followed by; "Indeed it is, they just don't remember any better." not even an hrumph! at the end.