I’ve mentioned before that I used to be a hot head and I can be very snappy and sarcastic at times. (We all have our flaws, right?) I recall a day where my bad attitude caused me to do something that left me feeling extremely guilty.
At that time, I was living in Hattiesburg. Every now and then I’d take the hour and a half long trip to Jackson on the weekends to visit my family.
I can’t remember exactly what caused my mother and I to argue that day, but whatever it was pissed me off to the max. I said some harsh words to her after she’d said some to me and I got in my car and headed right on back to Hattiesburg. I think I was only in Jackson for an hour or two.
While driving back, I got this extreme feeling of guilt. I’m secretly a softie and I realized that I shouldn’t have talked disrespectfully to my mother, much less storm out of the house and get on the highway. What if that was the last time we’d ever see each other?
I called her and apologized for the way I spoke to her about halfway into my trip. I’ve never left her house that way since.