She’s also one of the bravest!
I heart her.
I’m also providing you with a guest post!
Two for one! Crazy right!
I know you’ve all heard of me. Leighann has talked about me on the twitter, she’s mentioned me casually in conversations, but she doesn’t really give credit where credit is due.
I was a huge part of her life.
We were together every day for a minimum of an hour. A minimum.
Singing together, enjoying coffee, and eating delicious treats eagerly before we reached our destination so we wouldn’t have to share.
Road trips on a whim, shopping endlessly on weekends, and making the transition from a childless woman to a mother.
I wasn’t her priority anymore.
My once shiny paint began to chip and rust and the car wash visits became further and further apart.
Trips to the mechanic for an oil change became scattered, unscheduled and then not at all.
I begged her to take me.
I coughed, sputtered, stalled.
Her mind was elsewhere.
I wanted her attention badly, I missed her and the time we spent together, her hands gliding over the wheel, the sound of her voice filling the car with the song that played on the radio, my engine purring along.
So I dropped my muffler.
I needed her to care.
She fixed me.
Because she did care.
But it wasn’t the same. Her touch wasn’t the same, her voice was irritated, and my once clean floor was now littered with toys, cups, and sticky liquids that I couldn’t identify.
I was growing tired of trying.
She was tired of fixing me.
Of fixing us.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I ended it.
There you have it.
A guest post by my car.
I’m still waiting to find out from the insurance company if they are fixing it or just writing it off.
It’s a 2004 with 300,000 km on it.
It was a sad car.
I loved it.