A Small Boom

One day, after school, on a friday night, I came home like normal after my field hockey practice to hang out with my family, my mom, my 15 year old brother and my boyfriend. When I got home my mom was already home and cooking dinner. My boyfriend, who had met me there, was sitting on the couch, on his phone. My brother was in his room like normal playing away on his video games, not a big surprise.

Every night when it’s time for dinner my mom always yells from the kitchen to come eat, mainly for my brother to hear since the kitchen and living room are connected into one big room. My brother finally comes out to eat with his usual attitude. I’m not sure the exact fight that we got into but after dinner my boyfriend and I wanted to go get ice cream and my brother kept trying to get me to buy him anything he wanted even though he was not the one paying. “He always wants what he thinks he should have and never thinks about the people paying” I kept thinking to myself. The way he was talking to me was the trigger in the fight for me to storm off down the stairs and out the front door to my car. My boyfriend following behind me got into the passenger side of my car where I expressed my distress. After a few minutes I pulled back out of the driveway. To describe my driveway, at the end of the driveway on the left hand side, where I was parked, the tar above the water drain got ripped up. Beside my car was our Buick and behind the Buick was my boyfriend’s car. So as I was pulling out of the driveway I started off going backwards straightly and then at the end turned to the right some to miss the broken tar and ended up hitting the back end of my boyfriends car, we called it “a love tap”. I immediately pulled my car forward and sat in my car in shock as my boyfriend went out to look at the damage. With little damage to my car and a hole in my boyfriend’s car I started to cry. We went upstairs as I told my mom what happened bawling my eyes out. We all headed back down to the cars for my mom to see, luckily my boyfriend was not mad and I ended up paying for a new bumper online for him. That night we still went out to get ice cream, he drove, and we watched a movie as I apologized every five minutes.

In the end, a few weeks after this event, he was on his way to church and was rear ended by a truck. The damage was enough for it to be totaled where he ended up buying a new car. I learned that driving upset truly is an open door for bad mistakes. luckily for me it was in my own driveway, not on the public roads and he was not mad at me. We fixed the situation together but now I know to NEVER drive upset EVER again.

“Dog drives car” by grassrootsgroundswell is licensed under CC BY 2.0