At 3:25 a.m. this morning, my heart was literally ripped out of my body. To clarify, nobody was hurt physically, thank God, but mama has died a million deaths inside since that exact time.
My telephone rang. My landline, and I just knew what it was before I answered. It was the Butler Township police. I knew what would be said before it was. Somehow I knew that nobody was hurt but the words ripped through my entire being. Megan was picked up on a DUI; her first night home on break.
Where in the world have I gone wrong? I've preached and preached until I've been blue in the face with all three of my children about drinking and driving. I've told them to call me. I would pick them up with no questions asked; no lectures. I have a zero tolerance toward DUI's because their dad is an alcoholic and drinking and driving kills.
She was going out to eat close by but ended up on the other side of the county with Joey's work equipment in the car; my old car; but what's the difference? My car is impounded; Joey will miss a major welding class because we cannot get near the car until 9 this morning. God only knows what the fine is to pick it up.
There are ramifications; many. Underage drinking, fake ID, traffic violations, a DUI and fines which I have no idea where the money will come from. But, the biggest heartbreak is that this actually happened.
My world is just spinning totally out of control.