I made it to Florida and saw the condition N, D and Shoe were in. Mostly soft tissue damage but they had visible scratches and bruises. Shoe still looks like he has a dirty mouth because his lip is bruised.
I’ve been doing what I can for them. I’m taking N to work and picked Shoe up from school. I watch Shoe while D rests. They wanted my expertise about insurance but unfortunately, it did them no good.
The woman who hit them and drove them into another car, only has a total of ten thousand dollars worth of coverage….for both vehicles. While Ds’ car was being pushed across four lanes of traffic, he clipped the back bumper of a Honda and it spun around. Ds’ car ended up facing the opposite direction and so did the Honda.
D was trying to get started with a claim. He needed a car to drive, obviously, since his was a total loss. Florida is a no-fault state and through the next few days, we discovered that since they work on “percentages”, the Honda would most likely get the bulk of the money. It was newer and although the damage it sustained was minimal, the airbags deployed, which made it a total loss as well.
D will have to collect on his own insurance. His car had a lien-holder so his insurance company will have to pay off the loan.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, aunt Martha has slipped and fallen into a ditch. (that’s Southern humor injected which means the story is going to get even worse.)
The woman who hit them immediately got an attorney and is now claiming “a medical episode.” If it can be proven, she will not face charges nor will she be liable for any damages. In other words, she will walk away Scott free.
When D files with his insurance, he will face deductibles and only percentages of coverage. Who knows how much it’s going to cost him, just because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
My daughter said “mom, I can’t help but think that this was somehow my fault. I wonder what I could have done to deserve this? I must have done something really bad.” I told her that according to the Bible, “the sins of the father are visited upon the children.” I told her that she was in no way responsible for the accident.
She didn’t tell me this…D did. He said while they were at the hospital, she said “you know, every single member of your family has called, offered help, asked us if we need anything, and asked us if we needed a ride home. I have two sisters who live here and neither one of them offered to come get us.” N is notorious for saying “I don’t give a shit” when it comes to the family dynamics but obviously, she does.
Neither one of her sisters has come to see them. They have supposedly texted to ask if they’re alright. Loser is continuing the pretentious “good daddy” persona to impress that WTC, by texting “how’re you doing?” Of course, he and that WTC would have never hopped in the car and driven all the way down here to check on them or try to help.
Hell, when I was almost killed in a similar wreck, Loser went to work and on to the bar afterward….just like always. I was strapped to a chair in a neck brace and he could have cared less. None of his family members nor mine ever called, came to see me or offered to help.
When I got to Ns’ house, the first thing I saw was a nice “happy Mothers’ Day” card from Loser. I was outraged. This from the man who had never in their lives sent them a card. This man who used me as a secretary when he would ask if “anything was going on with the children.” This man who used me as his communication device when he would say “tell the kids I said hello.” This man who wouldn’t take five minutes to talk to his grandson because that WTC was spending the night.
I have to return to Florida one more time to get the crown for that stupid implant. I don’t think I’ll come back….at least not to the same town where there are so many triggers. The town where we lived for 15 years. The town where I lived for 3 years and Loser continued to visit “playing husband.” The town where my two other daughters live. The town where my son lives. The town where, even when I lived here, everybody was a thousand miles away.
I dreamed about Loser and that WTC last night. We were in the last house we lived in together. Loser came down the stairs and asked me to iron him 15 shirts, drive him to the airport and of course, come pick him up when he got back. I asked him where he was going and he said “China.” I asked him if “she” was going with him. He smiled and nodded “yes.”
I told him to pack his bags and get out of my house. He smiled and walked back up the stairs. I went into my living room and there were all these folding chairs lined up in rows. People were sitting in them. That WTC was in an antique childs’ chair and she was sitting sideways in front of everybody. I asked her if she enjoyed her trip with Loser to Denmark and Norway and she said “oh, yes. Very much.” She spoke with an accent.
She was wearing a gold necklace that was wrapped around her neck probably fifteen times. It had little gold stars every two inches. I went over and grabbed that necklace and broke it in two places. I noticed she was wearing a long chain with a filigree cross. I asked Loser if he bought it for her and he shrugged as he said “yeah, probably.” I unleashed on her like a rabid banshee and I did it in front of everybody.
Too many triggers……I’m going to do what I can and then go back home…..where there are no triggers. They will be alright. They are young and healthy and as D said about N….”she’s a tough cookie…..just like her mom.”