This is going to sound so horrible… because it is. I was driving home from my boyfriend’s house last night with tear-stained eyes because we broke up. I was a sobbing mess and I probably should have asked someone to come and pick me up, but I didn’t want to leave my car at my boyfriend’s. Well, I guess my ex-boyfriend’s. I didn’t want to have to come back and get it after he told me he didn’t love me and didn’t want to be with me. It would hurt too much.
But, I’m realising now that the decision I made to drive home hurt a lot more. Now, I want to preface this by saying that no one got hurt. I’ve hurt my car, my confidence and scared myself immensely, but no person got hurt. When I was driving, my eyes welled over with tears so heavily that I couldn’t see where I was going. It wasn’t until I saw the tree and tried to stop that I realised I had veered off the road.
I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could but it was too late. I hit the tree. If my car isn’t a write-off (which I assume it is), I’ll at the very least need a brake repair. Raceview locals ran to my car when they heard the crash and came to help me. I was bawling my eyes out at the time, due to a mix of extreme shock and fear, and devastation about my boyfriend. I would have looked like an absolute mess.
I’m taking my car to the mechanic today. I can’t drive it because of all the damage so one of my friends with a trailer hook or whatever it’s called has offered to tow it there for me. I have a feeling that I’m going to need more than high-quality general car servicing when I arrive. I’m so upset and embarrassed. I can’t even begin to explain how I feel.