Definition: Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, generate a suitable title that describes the main event/root cause of the situation. Imagine that the given text is a social media post, and you have to write the title of the post, so the users can decide to read the main text or not.
Input: I am not able to keep my cool about this and longer. I don't like shouting because I think it makes me look like a lunatic, but at the same time I've lost all patience.

Last election day I was in a multi-car accident that was my fault. No one was hurt, and most of the damage to all the cars was minimal. But the insurance company decided that the cost of repairs to my car was valued higher than my car, so they totaled it. 

After 10 exhausting days of test driving &amp; trying to decide on a different car, I decided that I loved my previous car so much that I bought another similar used car; same make &amp; model, older year. It was mint condition and I was excited. The car dealer was an hour from my house, which didn't seem like an issue at the time of purchase.

When I drove the car home, I noticed an oil leak on the floor of my garage. Called the dealer who said he would take care of it and 2 days later he gave me a loaner car until it was repaired. 

Driving home from the dealer, I stopped to get gas and noticed my bumper had a hole in it and a bumper light was cracked. At this point I'm feeling jinxed, but I reach out to the dealer again who promises to fix it since it happened in his lot.

This was Thanksgiving week and the following week I was scheduled to have a mastectomy with immediate breast reconstruction. Having a ton of anxiety about the upcoming 10 hour surgery, my husband assured me that he would take my car to the dealer for repair while I was home recovering. At that time he was going to be off work to help me, and I was glad that I didn't have to think about it anymore.

My surgery happened, he was off work, and my parents even stayed an extra week to help with the kids...But my car sat in the garage. I wasn't able to drive for several weeks due to the type of reconstruction I had. After my surgery, doctors said I would need chemotherapy because my cancer had spread to a lymph node. I'm a real fucking sob story these days.

Last week I drove the car to the dealer on my way to chemotherapy and dropped it off. I took a train and several uber rides to get to chemo, my husband picked me up after treatment and drove me home. The dealer said the repair would take 2 days, and after a week he finally said 5 pm on Friday. I said I would pick it up Saturday and texted him when I was about to leave. At that point, he told me it wasn't going to be ready until Monday because the repair wasn't good enough and needed to be redone.

I know the dealer is the asshole in this story, but I'm also furious at my husband for not handling this 2 months ago as promised. I told him I need him to drive me to the dealer to pick up the car but he said I'll have to take an uber. I don't think I should have to go alone. I don't want to go alone. I don't even want to have to deal with this. Shouldn't he have to drive me? Isn't that the least he can do?!

telling my husband leave work to drive me to the auto repair shop