Hi guys! I’m at a bit of a loss here, I have taken my 2015 VW GOLF VLK to the mechanic 4 times to fix, 2 days later it starts up again!
I’ll put some pictures up of what is showing on my dash, the “Put selector in P” code pops up multiple times while driving, and the “gearbox error” pops up Once when I initially start the car.
Are these connected at all? And has anyone else had this issue? Any suggestions welcome 🙂🙃
I thought I’d share this story I have from Christmas 2024, and see if anyone else has any similar experiences? This was a big turning point for me, made me realise there was something seriously wrong.
So, 2 months before Christmas, we all sat at the table and discussed Christmas gifts. We were all a bit money poor, and decided it would be best if we do no presents and just have a big feast! Everyone agreed. My mother said she may buy 1 or 2 presents, but nothing major and she diddnt expect anything from anyone. (You know where this is going)
Christmas rolls around, I’m offering help in the kitchen every 10 mins I walk past “no no, go enjoy yourself I don’t need help” okay. My mother is extremely fussy and likes things done a certain way, so it is hard to just go in and help without guidance of how she wants something done. I made a meal on the day, I helped her prep days prior to Christmas. I helped her pack all the leftovers away and clean the kitchen after lunch, OCD clean.
My mother called everyone into the room and sat us all on the couch. She handed us each 1-2 presents. She watched us open them, we all said “thank you” extremely grateful. She then says “well, where are my presents?? Did you all forget about me?“. She scoffed, started yelling and crying. She stormed out of the room.
Shocked, we all sat in silence. We all agreed to no presents. I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face, he looked so uncomfortable.
She later had a screaming argument with the GC, violent yelling. I went for a walk to escape the noise. During my walk I received abusive text messages from my auntie (triangulation at its finest). 2 hours later I came home, went upstairs to check on everyone. It was silence and eerie. My GC brother told me that my mum wants to speak with me in her room. Oh fuck.
I went in there, sat on the end of her bed. She looked at me and said “I’m divorcing your father” (she diddnt actually, she was just reaching for reaction) I asked why, she went on a tangent about how we all forgot about her, we don’t make effort and that “nobody even offered to help her in the kitchen today” I told her “I did” she apparently “doesn’t remember”. Ok. I told her that she shouldn’t be getting our auntie to send us abusive messages and that it was in appropriate, her excuse was “she’s the only one who sticks up for me”. She then went on and on and started talking about my boyfriend badly, I shut the conversation down and told her that this was unhealthy, what happened today was unhealthy, she has a hard time communicating properly and that she should look into some therapy to maybe help.
Her reply was “I have been getting therapy for years secretly” (no she hasn’t). There’s always an excuse. We wrapped up conversation, she acknowledged that her actions were questionable, but she never said “sorry”or had any remorse. Instead, she pulled the depression card, and said she’s the “worst person ever and I should just kill myself”.
Our conversation went in circles, we wrapped it up and as I was walking out the door she muttered something mean about my boyfriend under her breath, I looked back at her and said it was very immature to act that way. She started up again and I just walked away. Defeat, knowing she would never be accountable, and we will never reach an ending.
The next few days were awkward, she ate her breakfast and dinner with her back to us.
Eventually, one day she just pretended like it never happened. In fact, Christmas 2025 she made a joke of the whole thing while clinking glasses “cheers” to us and said “I’ll be on my best behaviour this year”. 🙃