My cousin has always had this nasty habit of taking my things and destroying them, clothes, makeup, even my headphones. So when I finally leased my first car, a Ford Focus I’d saved for years to afford, it was sacred to me. My car, my rules. A few days before her eighteenth birthday, she texted me out of nowhere: Cousin: “Hey, I’m borrowing your car this weekend. Mall, road trip, everything. Don’t even try to say no.” Me: “Sorry. It’s mine. I’ll be driving it myself.” Cousin: “Ugh, you’re SO sel