OK…so..my life crashed and burned last nite..ran 100 mph and hit a brick wall and splintered into a million tiny pieces..I didn’t know I was on the ride..or I would have worn a seat belt..a helmet..a bullet proof vest..something to protect myself..anything..DO THEY GIVE OUT WARNINGS? DRAMA AHEAD? STOP! Man..well..I got no warning last night..and I’m gonna tell my story...
I was on my way back from Vegas..It was a personal trip..to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life..and I did just that..I made my plans..I knew by the end of my 7 days…that I was going to take the steps to start my new life..but that is another story in itself….I was on my way home..I was at the airport..and we sat on the runway..waiting for a flight to take off..we sat and waited..of course..it did not take off when it was supposed to. I should have known that would be an omen of things to come…
So, After sitting on the runway when the flight was supposed to take off at 1:55pm, we finally took off at 2:30pm. It was a very full plane and I was in the back of the plane. I was in a row with a woman that was very anxious and panicked with every bump of turbulence. I kept thinking, Please God grant me patience on this 3 hr and 18 min flight as I will probably develop an anxiety disorder by the time the flight is over.
Well, 30 minutes into the flight, one of the female passengers several rows ahead of me took ill and went down in the aisle, prompting us to start medical treatment on board, this continued the entire flight requiring all of the flight attendants to be utilized and a lot of the passengers in that immediate area had to vacate their seats. Thankfully we did have a doctor on board and we were able to get her stabilized and ready for the paramedics who met us at the runway when we landed. This of course held us all up as we could not disembark the plane until they got her off.
We now have a full plane of angry people complaining that they are going to miss their flights and are fighting to get off the plane. Needless to say, our arrival time was not 9:45pm as was supposed to be, but we did not arrive in Detroit until 9:20pm and by the time the paramedics were done I was not able to get off the plane until 9:33pm. My connecting flight home was set to take off at 9:45pm
I did miss my flight home from Detroit. The airlines re booked my flight. I was shuttled to a hotel for the night, given a voucher for a dinner,and money off on my next flight. But the idea is, I did not make it home last night. The damage is done. Karma bit me in the butt. The ride crashed. Or should I say..That’s when my ride started.
So. I call home and tell them the sad news. I am already upset. My ex is at home with my daughter and he curses. Sure, like I planned all this, tells me how can you do this to me? Yes dear..Me and Delta had this all planned out to really stab you and hurt you good. What kind of fool are you? Well, I guess I shouldn't’t have said that, because next I know he sends a picture of my daughter in bed with a caption of what kind of Mother are you quoting “bad mother bad mother” she needs you here not in Detroit..talk about stabbing me in the heart. I don’t think you should ever do that to a mother who is a few thousand miles away from her daughter, that’s a sin. I hit that brick wall hard. But I am still in one piece. That is til I hear from my best friend, the one I went to Vegas to see. He informs me my ex calls him on the phone and tells him all kind of “Uglies” about me, none of which are true, but nonetheless designed to hurt me yet again and the relationship I have with my friend.
I grasp that rail for dear life, as that ride felt like it was going over 100 mph, I can feel the wind pushing against me and I feel a scream lodged in my throat. I know I am going to crash, I can feel this. I am over thousands of miles from home, I have no defenses here to fight him with. I am trapped on this ride. I try to be rational, but how do you be rational when you are dealing with an irrational psycho? Ok..But I will try. I tell myself. I call home. He doesn’t answer, figures. I try again and again. Finally I get through on his cell phone. He insolently tells me, “Why didn’t you call the home number?” Yes..Told you he is an irrational psycho..I did call the home number I tell him, but I kept getting the machine..Why don’t you pick up? “Oh, Ha Ha, I turned off all the ringers, I guess I need to turn them back on since you are coming home now don’t I?” I mutter to myself, “Idiot”
So, We get into this conversation as to why he goes and does what he did tonight. “Oh that..I wanted to hurt you. Did it work?“ Oh what an Idiot. I think to myself remind me what I saw in him 17 years ago when I started to date him, because I must have been stupid or totally desperate! He is drinking, as usual, and he felt he could “Hurt me” because I didn’t come home tonight and that I had a relationship with another man and that I didn’t need him anymore. I am sitting here listening to this psycho and his words are like Blah Blah in my ear after a long day of sitting in airports,airplanes and runways. But this ride has now crashed, I hang up the phone, and try to pick up the million little pieces that have shattered around me hoping that I can put me back together by morning.
