Continued from Interstates, Semis, and Strangers…
After climbing up into the cab (which I knew was a bad idea), Mom kept telling the truck driver 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 (as I was doing in the back of the truck). She kept telling me to let her go and giving me nasty looks, but 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, which was 14 miles from our house, I was finished. I was tired of being berated and belittled. Tired of being the adult. So, 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 traumas and adversities that I faced. If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read four-year-old-and-mother-survives-bludgeoning-by-river-rock/, or go to the Childhood Traumas category and start at the bottom.
So… I walked, and I cried, and I tried not to worry about what she was doing- like I always did. After about three miles, I saw our neighbor’s car come roaring up the road. He slammed on the brakes, reversed to where I was, and told me to get in.
It was my mother’s friend’s son (Chad), driving the neighbor’s car that always had the dog food in it. I got in the car and asked him what he was doing there, not understanding how or why he would be there or why he would be 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 and not my cup of tea, however my mother let him and his mother move in with us, and she let him sleep in my bedroom floor. I was 14 at the time, and he was 17. I woke up every morning to him asleep in my floor in his underwear…yeah Mom- great judgment. Nevertheless, he was very concerned when he found out what was going on, and the neighbor was not in any shape to drive either, 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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