I LOVED my Durango!

It's me again...

I don't know about you, but I have always loved my cars. I don't love cars, but I love MY cars. All of the cars that I have owned (or that my parents purchased for me & my siblings) I have loved. Each car had it's own unique personality and lovable traits. Some were total junkers, but started every day and others looked pretty good, but seemed to always break down. I rubbed the dashboards, talked to them and thanked them for getting me where I needed to go. Each car I have driven has a special place in my heart and are filled with memories. My Dad taught me it is ok to love your car. I remember how sad he was when Victory Auto Wreckers came to tow away the first BRAND NEW car he ever owned (I think it was 23 years old). He literally chased the tow truck and asked the driver to stop so he could honk the horn one last time. THAT'S how I felt about my Durango.

I got in a really bad car accident on Friday night. I was turning left and got hit by a car going over 50 mph. I definitely had an angle watching over me that night. If I had pulled into the intersection one second earlier, I would have gotten slammed instead of the front end of my truck. I am truly blessed that I walked away without a scratch. With that being said.....

Today the insurance company told me that they are totalling my truck. I started to cry. I LOVED my truck, my Durango, my baby. I became emotionally attached to my truck when I drove it for the first time. I was six months pregnant with Lily when we bought it. I always felt safe while driving it. It kept me safe in the accident. Mitch doesn't understand my attachment to my truck, but he's a guy. He doesn't "get" why I cried. He said that we can't become emotionally attached to things. Anyway, I am sad and I feel like acting like a child....My arms are crossed, I am stomping my foot, puppy dog eyes are tearing up and I am pouting and whining.... "I want my truck back. I don't want a new car. I want my truck back. I don't want a car payment, I want my truck back. I don't even know what kind of car I want. I want my truck back. I want my truck back. I want MY TRUCK back!" So, now I am going to stomp up my stairs, slam my door and go to bed.

Well, not really. If I stomp up the stairs and slam the door, I might wake up the girls. So, instead I'll just pout, eat a bowl of peanut butter chocolate ice cream and hopefully get to bed soon.

Until later....I hope you are never in an accident like I was and I hope you are never forced to give up the car you love.