Interstates, Semi-Trucks, and Strangers

My mother’s actions never failed to amaze me.  During her drinking phase, she went out on a date with her ex-boyfriend, who had dumped her after her fall, in an attempt to reconcile with him.

Returning from one of their dinner dates, we were driving down the interstate in his Nissan king-cab pick-up, when she became enraged that he did not want to go to the bar with her that night, so she begins to hit him in the face as we are driving down the road.

He pulls the truck over so we don’t crash into another vehicle.  She is drunk and angry and decides to get in the back of the truck because she didn’t want to look at him anymore.

He and I were both fed up with her antics, so we did not stop her from getting in the back.  We start driving again…trying to make it home.

After about a mile she stands up in the back of the truck.  To prevent her from falling out, I crawled through the little window that goes to the truck bed and get her to sit down.  I sit down beside her and wrap my arms around her to keep her from trying to stand up again.  I am physically holding her in a sitting position as we drive down the road at this point.

She is calm for a few miles. Then she starts to tell me that her and I will go to the bar when we get home instead.  Mom says she will dress me up, put make-up on me, and curl my hair, then we will go party at one of her favorite spots (by the age of twelve, I had been in almost every bar in town trying to locate her at some point or another, and most of the bartenders knew who I was from dragging her out regularly).

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.

I told her that I did not want to go to the bar with her.  I was very frustrated by her behavior…and probably a little by life in general at this point.

She turns her anger towards me this time.  Mom starts yanking my long hair with both hands.  I repeatedly ask her “Mom- stop,” but ever the fighter, she just pulls harder.  I put my hand out to push her away from me and end up hitting her square in the mouth.  She let’s go and begins to scream at me for busting her lip!

Her Ex saw all of the commotions in the back of the truck and pulls over again.  Mom jumps out of the truck and runs into the middle of the interstate and lies down in middle of the road.  We start running towards her, pleading with her to get up, but she refuses.  There is a semi-truck coming straight towards us.  We hurriedly pick her up- I have her head and he has her feet- and run, while this semi-truck is slamming on his brakes to try to keep from hitting us all.

The truck pulls over. She is squirming and yelling at us to put her down.  We are yelling at her for laying in the middle of the interstate and almost getting us all ran over!

The truck driver decides to insert himself into the situation, which from his vantage point probably looks a little fishy!  She runs over to him and says that he has to get her out of there, so he obliges.

Of course, being the responsible teenager that I have to be, I am not going to let her take off, drunk, with some semi-driver that I know nothing about. This man could be an ax murderer for all I know!

She climbs up into that semi, so I do as well…

–to be continued–

#drunk #interstate #tractor trailer #accident

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