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...I've gotten a tirade about me not doing things (that I did) and things I should have been doing via a list (one would think that being told verbally that other things were a priority). I realize my mom is seriously stressing, but, yeah. I deserve an apology at least. I asked for one before she passed out. And I'm doing jack shit until I get it.
I may live here, and give at the very least as must respect as I get, but there're still limits. I'm willing to take the legal risks of getting my own damn self to and from work while living in a tent. At least it'd be better than being driven around by my mom in my car when she's rarely capable of safely/efficiently operating a vehicle. And her trying to getting something other than a truck or SUV up that road, well, I expect when I get my license back I'll need to replace the oil pan and various other bits of undercarriage on that car. It's like she forgot how to drive something that's not ten feet tall with a 48" ground clearance. It's as if she AIMS for the holes in the road. And nearly clips mailboxes and guardrails on a regular basis. And as for the private road here, seems to aim for having the delicate undercarriage directly over the highest points, resulting in horrific-feeling scraping and slamming.
So, yeah, I'd like to get my driving privileges back if nothing else than for having someone behind the wheel who knows WTF they're doing.
I could rant more, but it'd take quite some time...
I may live here, and give at the very least as must respect as I get, but there're still limits. I'm willing to take the legal risks of getting my own damn self to and from work while living in a tent. At least it'd be better than being driven around by my mom in my car when she's rarely capable of safely/efficiently operating a vehicle. And her trying to getting something other than a truck or SUV up that road, well, I expect when I get my license back I'll need to replace the oil pan and various other bits of undercarriage on that car. It's like she forgot how to drive something that's not ten feet tall with a 48" ground clearance. It's as if she AIMS for the holes in the road. And nearly clips mailboxes and guardrails on a regular basis. And as for the private road here, seems to aim for having the delicate undercarriage directly over the highest points, resulting in horrific-feeling scraping and slamming.
So, yeah, I'd like to get my driving privileges back if nothing else than for having someone behind the wheel who knows WTF they're doing.
I could rant more, but it'd take quite some time...