Hopeless Girl

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FormerMember

12 Feb 2016

What's happened since my last blog. I had a fight. Well my car did. With a defective rising bollard. I can't say it's lost but well it hasn't come off very well at all. It's the first car of my own despite me being in my late twenties and I love my little VW Bug. Trying to exit my estate the defective bollard hadn't lowered far enough and I hit it. Then it hit me. What on earth will I do without Dad?

Growing up and sharing my mums car EVERYTHING was taken care of. Write down to a spare bottle of water in the boot if the radiator is low, spare oil, tyres checked regularly. I'd take long trips and dad would remind me pre journey checks the night before, then by the time I was up, bags packed and ready to go Dad has already done the checks and I can go on my merry way. I don't think in the time they've lived together my mums ever even defrosted her car and those freezing winter mornings. He's always so kind and considerate. A gent.

Coming back to me and my car, I panicked, got out my car and looked at it, got on my hands and knees and looked underneath and could see some physical damage. And felt hopeless, I had no idea what to do next. I panicked some more and called Dad. He talked me through who to speak to, where to go, what to do and everything is fortunately in the process of being fixed.

I'm feeling really emotional and like I haven't got enough time to learn everything he has to tell me and everything I need to know. Even now writing my post I'm having a cry to myself. This is a difficult unfair thing.