this morning #1667.
this morning, my mom called me super early. like weekday early. i mean, i love her but she should know better. totally woke my ass up. luckily, no one had died. still, it was relatively urgent. her car broke down on the way to church on some random country road. she was freaking out. couldn’t get a hold of dad. “you know how he is. useless.” i reminded her that i was two hours away but asked how i could help her. “can you call me a tow truck?” really? what the fuck? why can’t she call one herself? i was about to respond but i guess i hesitated just a little too long. on the other end of the line, she split the silence & started to cry. deep, desperate tears. wide awake now, i got up out of bed & did my best to calm her down.