I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I didn’t get much sleep the night before because my son’s Levana Oma decided to go off every twenty minutes for an hour. Then, there was the feeding. Still, I managed to avoid slamming into the car in front of me when the brakes were applied. Yet, the lady behind me couldn’t manage.
The damage isn’t serious. I’m just a little frustrated because I got that car after another accident. Ironically, that wasn’t my fault either.
As much as I’d love to take my car to the shop and have the paint fixed, I don’t really have time. Not to mention, during my first accident–10 years ago–the person I hit let me go. I had no money and my insurance would have done backflips, seeing how I was 18.
I guess it’s only fair to not sweat the person who hit me. In all honesty, I’m upset about my car’s damage, but my kid wasn’t with. That’s a blessing. And things could’ve been much worse.