Judged and found wanting

We failed our warrant.
Well my car did but seeing as I am very attatched to it, and tend to view it's failure as a condemmation of me as a caregiver, I'm feeling pretty bummed. And it is my fault, the rust that I have been meaning, but neglecting to do anything about, has finally bitten. Fortunately it is fixable, which is a good thing since the new house means no new car anytime soon. But now I have to find a panel beater. Plus my brake lights have gone again. Is there something wrong with the way I brake that I keep blowing the bulbs?
It is at times like this, that this whole being an independant woman thing just really really sucks. Sure it is good to be self sufficient and in charge of your own life. But it is so terribly tedious and tiring having to do everything for yourself all the time.