The Soule/Davis/Garrett family curse

I have believed for a long time that my family when I was growing up had a curse on their vehicles. It seemed like they were always breaking down. So I have massive anxiety about my cars breaking down. So this is how my car experience has been over the last year. My husband left for a six month deployment last October and shortly after I find out that the brakes need to be completely replaced along with a few belts ($$$$). So over a few months I finally get all the repairs done. Then every few months I have to put oil in it because our oil just disappears. So then he gets home and everything is fine for a few months. Then the battery light comes on but this time he is home and he has the car so he gets to deal with it. So he sees that we have a bunch of corrosion on the battery terminals, so he buys a bottle of coke and pours it on. It ate away enough corrosion for the the battery light to turn off. So then about 2 months later the car starts to overheat, for 3 weeks my husband drives around with the heat on full blast because it keeps it from overheating, the only problem with this is that it is already 100 degrees outside but because its working he keeps doing it. I finally get frustrated with it because the heat thing doesn't always work and it dies on us and then we have to let it cool down so we find out it could be the thermostat, which is a really cheap fix and you can do it on your own, he fixes it, it took only an hour. So everything is just fine for a month. I take him to work one day because he is leaving for a week and on my way home the battery light comes on. I freak out because I can't fix things and I really don't want to be stranded. I call my hubby who is getting ready to ship out. He tells me go home, let it cool off and do the coke thing. well it works but this seems like a band aid and not a real fix. So here we are all caught up. Today I take him to work because he is leaving for a month. On the way to work the check engine light comes on, he immediately tells me not to freak out and that it is probably a sensor on the fritz. We get to base and we get out and he kisses me goodbye and all that mooshy crap, and then walks to the boat. He didn't even give the car a second thought. So I drive home setting small goals for the car like, please make it to I-5, and then ok we made it to I-5 now please make it to the 94, ok we made it now please make it to the 805, woohoo we made it now just make it to olympic parkway, oh lord almost home, come on baby, now make it to the next light and then only 2 more lights to go, oh yeah I am home free, now just make it to the parking spot, BINGO, I win. ok so i am home and my hubby tells me that I probably just need to reset the sensor, so turn the car off and when I start it again it will reset and turn off. So I try it and guess what...................he was .......................................................... ...WRONG. Light still on. So is there anyone out there in cyberland that wants to donate money to me and my curse. I accept cash or check. LOL. I should of married a mechanic. Hmm....... I did. If I drove a submarine I would be in great hands. I swear it will be the anxiety from broke down vehicles that will kill me one day. I can deal with a lot of crap but broke down vehicles is not one of them, and I really don't want to hear that I just need to buy a new car because its not a possibility right now unless someone wants to buy it for me. So here it to all the people out their with the same car woe's as me. We just need to learn to fly. Good night.