I decided that I really wanted a travel trailer so we began our search. They were all priced high and
I’m not even going to type out all the details prior to this morning, but everything involving getting this trailer was more work than it should have been. I didn’t have a good feeling about it, but the price was right, the pictures looked great, and I really wanted it. So much so that I pushed when I should have given up.
This morning I waited for two hours while the brake was installed then came home to get everyone else in the car in order to drive 3 hours to see (and purchase) the trailer. Just north of
Finally we arrive and we take it as a very good sign that the sun is out. The trailer that was supposed to be in a storage unit down the road was right out front (she must have gone to get it this morning), but it was locked and the seller wasn’t home. Eventually a neighbor came outside to let us know that she had left 2 hours earlier. WTF? We just drove 3 hours and spent a godawful amount of money to make this happen. She said, “I will be here ALL DAY!” and now she wasn’t home. Didn’t even leave the damn trailer unlocked. Then the sky opened up again and we took that as a sign to leave.
We went right back to
I admitted to
We returned home and I remembered that we had movies due. I came in to grab the movies and
I returned my movies and thought about the woman who had the kids. She’s a single mom and it occurred to me that she couldn’t even run to the grocery with so many kids, so I went over to let her know she could call on me if she needed. Only when I opened my mouth all that came out were sobs. I stood in her front yard, with all of her kids and all of the sick neighbor’s kids watching me like I was sprouting another head as I sobbed and sobbed trying to tell her to call me if she needed anything. Then I sat in my van and sobbed a it more privately.
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