Interstates, Semi-trucks, & Strangers- Part II

Continued from Interstates, Semis, and Strangers

After climbing into the cab (a bad idea), Mom told the truck driver repeatedly how tired she was.  He told her to get in the back of the truck and go to sleep on his bed.  I WAS NOT HAVING IT!  I grabbed her around the waist and held her in place.  She kept telling me to let her go and giving me nasty looks.  There was no way I was going to let her climb into the back of this man’s cab!

She kept fussing at me, telling me to just leave her alone, and let her do what she wanted.

By the time we pulled in at the next truck stop about fourteen miles from home, I was finished.  Tired of being berated and belittled, of being the adult, I gave her what she wanted and left.

Did I feel guilty about leaving her there? Yes, but I was also angry, very angry about always having to be the responsible one, always having to make the right decisions for both of us when I was barely more than a child myself.


 

This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood adversities that I faced.  If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read Four-year-old and Mother Survive Bludgeoning by River Rock, or go to the Childhood category and start at the bottom.


So… I walked, and I cried.  I tried not to worry about what she was doing.  After about three miles, I saw our neighbor’s car come roaring up the road.  The car stopped suddenly and reversed to where I was.

Chad was driving the neighbor’s car.  The one that always had the dog food in it. I got in the car and asked him what he was doing there.  I didn’t understand how or why he was there or why he was in the neighbor’s car.

To make a long story short, Mom had called the neighbor and begged him to come pick her up.  Chad jumped in the guy’s car and came after us.

You see Chad was in love with me. He was several years older than me, however, my mother lets him and his mother move in with us.  She lets him sleep on my bedroom floor.  I was 14 at the time, and he was 17.  I woke up every morning to him asleep on my floor in his underwear…great judgment Mom.  Nevertheless, he was very concerned when he found out what was going on.  The neighbor was not in any shape to drive, so Chad came to get us both.

When we arrived at the truck stop, Mom refused to get in the car because the neighbor did not come to get her himself. She wouldn’t listen to reason, and she wouldn’t comply.

We had to drive all the way home and send the neighbor back to pick her up!

Just another day in my world…

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