Only this time on my way home from work... The alternator went out. Battery started to die on the way home. first went the cruise control, then the radio, then the engine. On 161... between sunbury road, and little turtle way. The neighborhood i live in. less than 5 minutes away.
the worst part
Instead of driving less than five minutes to pick me up in my stalled, non running, no radio, no heat, no nothing but cars driving 5 inches away at 65 and higher miles per hour, Car... my mom makes me wait almost an hour for the tow truck that will be there in 30 minutes with a complete stranger to pick me up. Who doesn't know I need a ride home by the way.
a whole FIVE FUCKING MINUTES... not too difficult..
If it had happened to her. I would have been there. It has happened to one of my brothers numerous times. But no. No one can fucking pick Paul up.
I am so fucking pissed right now. I'm moving out next month. No longer really care what happens to my financial situation, or my car. I am NOT living in this household anymore. At this point I would rather be homeless.
My mind is a giant cluster fuck of profanities and various forms of anger towards my mother. If that's what you want to call her.
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Chill, mate. There must had been something that set your mom back . The more important thing at that point was that the car had terrible need of a fix. Worse, it just might need to be traded off. Do you still have the car or do you already have a new one?
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