Germaphobia and renting a car

BF renting electrical bike nearby mum’s house and picking up rental car downtown all dressed like a hotdog due to germaphobia, me walking Fannar.
BF preparing car to leave, then undresses to relax and eat a bit
Then he dresses like a hotdog again
Car turned out to be semi empty, so after a quick visit to grab some things at our home on wheels, he finds a charging station
Arriving in time at our broken car in Nijmegen, before 10AM.
The guy that is gonna tow our broken car, keeps on messaging that he’s later.
I have a panic attack and can’t stop crying
THREE HOURS TOO LATE and the tow guy arrives. BF had to get a charging cable for his phone in a huge store, because he thought he’d be back at 11:30AM.
Tow guy hardly listens to that we don’t want him to touch our car, because he’s late (reason? Wanted to handle a Ferrari carefully….. IF he didn’t lie, that is….) AND he handled our car roughly. I bet you that our car has much more value to us than the Ferrari to the wealthy dude.
Tow guy drives far too speedy back to mum’s house, like, continuously faster than max speed, but my man has driving anxiety so he can’t keep up. Surely you’d think that the guy with his truck doesn’t go faster than 80kph…?! No, he kept on driving 120kph.
Back home he got there about 7 minutes earlier and he didn’t want to load our car onto the street before we transferred the BIG money. So his speeding was completely useless, as my man was gonna pay.
Then after making clear once more than WE and we only touch our car (he didn’t believe we have germaphobia and he claimed he’s had it back in the days….?!), I think he wanted to show how he wasn’t gonna listen and GRABBED my door and opened it for NO FUCKING REASON other than to show us our floor (dirt) and that we most definitely don’t have germaphobia………….. Guy couldn’t imagine there’s MANY types….
Back inside, the dog we looked after had a seizure (we told mother many times not to look after dogs whilst gran is in hospital, because we don’t have the energy to look after them now, but she finds reasons every time to leave them with us and visit gran), and then our old, dirty laundry rack that hangs on the ceiling fell onto our bed (my bed needs to be CLEAN and can’t have anything on that isn’t so we need to clean the bed now for a long time). Haven’t done the usual things we normally do when mother is gone, so we now have to order food which is way too expensive after the HUNDREDS of euros that we had to borrow for the tow guy and the electrical rental car. Mother NEVER wants to do things differently and on a different time, not even when there’s an emergency, so exactly at 3:30 we had to be back locked up in my room (yes, we anti-stalk her, can’t be in the same room with someone who’s energy is SO different).
So here we are.
Tomorrow BF has to return rental car in the very early hours or sooner, but it’s way too busy now to return it and ride back home on a bike.