I don't know many people on the community site, so I don't really wanna post there...but if I seem kind-of depressed or anything for a while, this is why...it's a long story, so if you don't want to read, you don't have to.

I'm not asking for any pity. I'm just asking you not to anger at my mood. I'm feeling disappointment, resentment, and a questioning of why I still trusted her this one last time after everything...and knowing she's lost my trust completely. She doesn't deserve the benefit of the doubt.

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My mom nearly died today...

She got drunk at work. I could hear it in her voice. But no, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I simply asked her to pick up my allergy medicine from Wal-Mart, and said bye. She works somewhere that's about 8 or 9 minutes from here.

At 6:43 PM, 13 minutes after she was supposed to have gotten out of work, I heard this sound.

Kaplop, kaplop, kaplop. Over and over again, down the road. I couldn't see the road, because it's up on a hill that's beyond our creek and a bunch of trees, making it invisible to us during the summer.

I giggled, thinking it was someone with a junk car. I walked out of the den and saw my dad staring out the window.

I said, "Some junk car, huh?"

He said, "It's mom...she's the only person I know who would drive with flat tires."

I thought: Wait...that's what flat tires sound like? What a strange sound.

My dad walked down our driveway until he got to the little bridge over the creek, and...he suddenly put his hand to his head, shook his head, and started to walk back.

My hopes that it wasn't mom...yeah. They were smashed. I wondered why she didn't fill up the tires on her way home, why she didn't get the meds. Because if she had, she would have been at least 16 or 17 minutes late.

I saw her slowly drive in. My dad walked up and stared at her in the car. She just sat there. Then he came in, apparently helping her walk, as I heard.

He then came in and said, "She smashed the car in a drunk driving accident...she doesn't even remember hitting anything...she could have hit a car, maybe even a person!!!"

I didn't know what to say. He went in and talked to her, and I went outside and looked at the car.

The right tires, both, were in shreds. I never knew there was cloth inside of tires. And there are strange springy wires inside?

There was a scraped dent on the side, a little light bulb thing poking through the metal. It didn't look like she had hit a person. The tires had grass embedded in them, I assumed she simply hit something, not someone.

I told my mom's best friend, and then my dad told me I had to come with him to bring my mom to her brother's place. He gathered up some stuff, and told me he would be a bit, he had to help my mom.

She had tried to go to the bathroom, and had fallen off, and couldn't get up. Honestly.

He had to put her pants back on for her. I waited in the car. I heard him say, "You hit something," over and over again to her because she didn't know what happened, and she slurred out, "No I didn't!!!"...he put her in the car, and she sobbed a bit.

My dad was near crying. We had to make sure she wouldn't try to escape. I knew she wouldn't. Yes, she was suicidal, most likely.

But she was passed out and snoring. And, like Mrs. Horton said, when a person passes out after drinking alcohol, you can't just wake them up...

*sighs*...We took her to her brother's...she woke up, my dad took her to my grandpa's place, which was right next door. She cried, stumbled, fell a few times...

She kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I really didn't want to talk to her. She wasn't sober, I wanted to leave...

On the way home...I noticed.

The scraping started right after the bridge. Not our bridge, but the bridge on the main road that ours branches off from. We still don't know how she damaged the tires so horribly, but we know where the dent came from.

The scrapes (from the tire rims) swerved back and forth down the road, until we came to our newly paved road. (well, it was paved a year or two ago)

There was a long, deep black line down the road a ways.

Apparently, the transmission was shot. The car was unfixable.

And when we finally got down our driveway and got out of the car, my dad could smell that apparently she punctured/broke the gas line or something as well. That car is just...junk. It's scrap metal. >_<;

My dad just came home from going to talk to a friend...apparently, a corner is missing off of the bridge. If you see it, you know why.

*sighs*...

I wouldn't mind comments from any of you letting me know you read this...

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Again, I don't want pity. I just want people to know why I'm acting like this. Oh, and don't pity my mom. She doesn't deserve it after all of these years.