Maniac in the Wilderness

Bill and mother
I don’t know how my baby brother Bill ever survived my mother’s brutal abuse. When he was only a tiny lad of eighteen, he was six feet four inches tall. I think the fact that she wasn’t even acquainted with five feet added to his raging hormones gave him a feeling of superiority. While I won’t say he had a smart mouth, I will allow it was extremely well-educated. I am sure they only reason my mother hadn’t already killed him was because she hated to go to prison and leave her younger daughters motherless. It certainly wasn’t because the thought hadn’t crossed her mind at least a thousand times a day since puberty attacked him and her by proxy.

Anyway, on occasion, they had to travel places alone together. It was a misery to both. It didn’t help that the car was a tiny Volkswagon Beetle. It’s always worth a person’s time to stop and watch a huge guy unfold himself and crawl into or out of a Beetle, a pleasure Bill dreaded providing mirthful onlookers. It didn’t improve his mood on arrival, a mood already blackened with inevitable conflict he’d shared with Mother.

At any rate, on this particular day, they started home with Bill driving. According to Mother, he was driving like a maniac: driving too fast, following too closely, cutting people off. I have no doubt this was true. It was his typical manner. She insisted he slow down. He crept along at ten miles an hour, hoping that was slow enough to please her. She’d finally had enough, telling him to pull over. She’d drive. He critiqued her driving as soon as she started. “Speed up! Don’t ride the clutch! Change Gears!”

Finally, she’d had enough. She pulled over. “Get out!” Delighted, he hopped out, thinking she’d come to her senses and wanted him to drive. She drove off and left him standing on a country road, thirty miles from home. She enjoyed the rest of the peaceful drive. At home, Daddy wanted to know where Bill was. “I left him somewhere close to Bossier City.”

Daddy was shocked she’d left the little fellow all alone in the wilderness. “Well, You’d better go get him! It’ll be dark soon!”

“You go get him if you want to! I don’t care if he never gets home!”

Daddy was a lot better at giving orders than taking them, but he jumped in his truck to rescue his precious son and heir. Billy met him at the end of the driveway, brought home by a Good Samaritan. He’d somehow survived his abandonment but I think he still drives like a maniac. I don’t think he and Mother voluntarily ride together till today

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24 thoughts on “Maniac in the Wilderness

  1. Oh this is so funny. I can quite picture this. My mother nearly gave me a heart attack when I drove her after my driving lessons. The experience was frightening for both of us. No matter how huge a child gets, the mother can still terrorize him or her. I enjoyed reading this 🙂


  2. Back when I rode a school bus the driver put a boy off a couple miles from his home. It was in the country and safer then than now. He was a big boy in Junior High. I forget what he did to make the driver that angry. It wouldn’t be allowed today. The driver could be in big trouble. I doubt it was allowed then, just overlooked as I remember. —- Suzanne


    • The boy prolly got in big trouble when he got home. Our bus have an intercom and the driver turned it on so people could hear outside. Several times she called mamas out of houses to report know dis.


  3. Oh my.

    I can’t quite see the funny side of it, as some seem to.
    I guess it was a good lesson.

    I think I would have had to very soon relent and go back for the boy….I could not have left him there. Just me.


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  4. This sounds familiar. My mother threatened to pull the car over many many times. She actually did pull it over once and invite me to get out. But I was cowed by the pulling over process and so I didn’t get out.

    I hope the well educated mouth was less well educated toward Mom after that. 😉

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  5. Lol!! I can so relate to that. When my youngest was – well, young – he was giving us such a hard time in the car on the way to the movies. Several warnings later made no difference. So I asked hubby to turn around and take us back home. I stayed home with him 😦 while the other two went to the movies !

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