For my birthday/anniversary/Father's Day, I got a new windshield.
My windshield has been cracked for going on 4 years now. Originally it started out as a rock chip, one of those bits and pieces flying off a truck proudly marked with "We take no responsibility for broken windshields from flying debris". Over time and temperature it expanded until I had a lightning strike stretching across the bulk of my windscreen.
I just lived with the issue - after all, it did not impact my ability to see through the windshield at all and to repair it would cost money. There was also that nagging voice that told me that if I got it repair, surely it would be immediately re-chipped and eventually re-broken. So I just continued to drive along.
Life with a broken windshield is not as bad as one might thing. Yes, it is a little bit embarrassing (if such things bother you) and it does make your car look like it should not be parked by (on the other hand, who wants to steal it). You reach the point that it simply becomes part of your daily existence.
And then, one day, it was suddenly gone.
Rather odd how everything looks without a crack running through it.