Your True
Tales
April 2004
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Moms Never
Change
by Kristie
This happened about two weeks after my mother's funeral. I had just turned 24. My friend and I went out to a local bar while our husbands stayed home with the kids. We stayed there until it closed. Then we went to a friend of hers to drink some more. Mind you, I was driving, and I have always been against drinking and driving since I lost three friends to it, different accidents. So, I was completely not thinking at all.
When we decided to leave, I told her that I couldn't drive, and that our husbands were never going to come and get us without killing us first. She was worse than I was, so she was just babbling. We sat in my car and I tried to clear my head. I decided to just drive. I asked my mother, "If you get me home without hurting anyone, including myself, I swear, I'll never let this happen again."
I started to drive. There was even a police officer behind me, but I drove perfectly. I looked at the clock and it was 3:32 a.m. I got home thinking I would just go to sleep, knowing my husband, who is severely deaf and does not wake up to anything, would be in bed. I walked in my front door, and there he stood, yelling and screaming. But at least I was home safe, and I didn't hurt anyone - that is what mattered.
The next day, I asked him if he waited up for me to come home. He said he fell asleep on the couch, and he felt someone nudging him, like I was poking him to get up for work. He stated that it was real cold in the room. It was June when it's never cold. That's when he looked at the clock and it said 3:32 a.m. and realized I wasn't home. Now anyone who knew my mom in life knew that if you ever asked her for a favor, of this type, she would be like, "Oh, I'll help you, but you'll pay for it!" Well, I did - horrible hangover plus a very upset husband. I guess, some things never change, in life or death.
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