A Piece of Plastic… my love was worth plastic

He left me because I don’t drive.

He resents me becacuse i don’t drive… and that’s why he abandoned the ship.

I was going to get my license this christmas… and stick it in a card and hand it to him. I was so proud I was saving and was going to go get my permit this tuesday…

He didn’t know this because he neglected to talk to me… because I got ‘pissed’ when he brought it up. He didn’t bring it up, he hounded me.

If there’s one thing Cathy doesn’t do well with, it’s hounding.

I hated asking him… felt so hopeless and horrid and using for asking him. It’s why I only asked later because I absolutely needed to get to the doctor. My blood pressure was 148/98. It needed to be fixed. *hangs head*

I can drive, but I’m not comfortable and damnit, cars scare me. I’m petrified when I’m in the drivers seat because I know how much responsiblility it is.

So eight years, five months and seven days (he wrote the letter on the 29th) was worth a piece of plastic that proves I can drive in Ohio

Excuse me, I’m going to head back to the bathroom and puke again.