|Road Side Drama
Yesterday, on my way home from work I was just outside of town when I noticed a car pulled off to the side of the road, flashers on. Out of courtesy, and the law, I got over to the left lane, slowing down. As I passed I saw a young lady at the trunk of the car throw her hands up as if something was amiss. And that young lady was my niece.
Now here was my dilemma as I drove by. My brother, her father, basically wants nothing to do with me because I agreed with a person close to our family, who he was rude to, on a Facebook post about him, at that time, not financially ready for another pet.
Needless to say, that comment of mine opened up a can of worms, and he even called me up threatening me and that other person, ordering us to go over to his house so he could ‘put us in our place’. And of course, he also brought up things from our childhood.
I’ve never denied that I was a bitch of a sister, just as our older brother and sister never denied that they treated me like shit also, but I have tried over the years to make up for my actions. I've helped him out a lot over the years, but that night he threw the past in my face, as did his daughter, that young lady on the side of the road. She sent me Facebook messages, yelling at me for being mean to her dad when we were kids, and for denying it, saying I didn’t care because I didn't go to her father's house that night.
Would you drive 15 miles to a person's house who just threatened you?
What they said to me, was so bad, I made hard copies of the messages and the original post.
Anyways, long story short. Over the last, damn 3 years now, they have shunned me, and freely talk shit, mostly about me, but also my husband, and our son. They even walked right by me at Walmart, saying I don't know what, but the guy next to them heard and gave me a shocked look.
While, for the most part, it doesn't bother me, just makes me trust others less, but what does is that people seem to believe what they say.
And that is why it took me about a mile or two to decide if I should turn around and help her out. But I did it, asking myself how it was going to bite me in the ass in the future. Honestly, though, I didn't do it for her, I did it for my dad, fearing that she would call up Grandpa, an 80-year-old man, to help her out on the busy highway. I was there, I could help instead.
So I turned at the next highway crossing, braving the speeding traffic, and circled around, pulling up behind her car only to find that she was not alone, there was another girl and her dad with her, him already changing the tire.
I got out of my car anyways and only she talked to me, the girl and my brother only giving me dirty looks, and never said a word. I was honest and told her I stopped so she didn't have to call Grandpa, but she was nice, said thank you for stopping, and they had it all under control.
I went back to my car and drove away.
And now I wait.
I know neither of them would've stopped for me, they would've driven right on by laughing. But now, because of things said and done, I wonder if maybe that is what they could be telling other people I did to them.
And how many of those people will believe them.