Last Night

Last night we almost get killed…

It started like any other day. A bit later than usual but nothing out of the ordinary. Weekends are for walking and communing with nature. This time I  let him chose the destination and never for one moment glance at the map or interfere with what he was doing. That was probably the first mistake I’ve made that day.

I know from experience that if I don’t hold his hands throughout the whole process (whether it’s choosing the destinations or painting the walls to managing financial aspects of our lives, the drill is the same_ don’t leave him alone) the outcome will be a disaster. But sometimes, I want to give him a chance to prove himself, to show that he already learned  something eleven years under my tutelage.

Another mistake. It’s me who never learn that what I hope for will never happen. Not in this lifetime. He will always be a little boy masquerading as a man.

The walk was good. As good as you can expect from this part of the country. Nothing special but not so bad either. Seven kilometers to begin with. Long enough for an evening walk (evening because it took him almost three hours to decide which) but not too long to tire me out that it will be a trouble for me to walk back.  It was next to the water, with the hope of coming back through the village. At least that was what he said it was going to be.

We lingered a bit because I took some photographs. The water was so calm it looked like a mirror and indeed mirroring perfectly the autumn foliage on the bank it was a sight to behold. That, coupled with the low sun slanting over the whole scenery, the effect was quite magical.

When he said it was time to leave the waterfront, in my mind I already questioned his alternatives. The road he had chosen is narrow, no lights, no shoulders and people are allowed to drive 70 km per hour which means they will be coming on around 90 if not faster. So far so good. It was not dark yet so we can still find our way. When he told me we had to take the first turn to the right I could not help but voiced out my doubts.

First, there was a sign that said: cul-de-sac. Second, there is a giant wall (meant to minimize sounds from the traffic on the nearby freeway) at the end of the road. Third, there was this odd looking/acting guy few meters ahead of us who was walking deliberately slow dressed in fully black from head to toe from toe to head. No, it was not his clothing or manner that alarmed me. It was my instinct telling me the guy was not to be trusted.

I told my companion  exactly that but he said he was sure we can pass through because his phone told him so. Which reminded me of those times he followed his GPS to kingdom come despite of my protests and we ended up in the middle of a corn field, other times stuck in the mud someone had to pull us free, or driving three hours around a rotunda. Too many to mention.

I hate to be right but like I thought, there was no way we can go around the wall which to my horror exactly what the strange guy had suggested heartily to my companion and I could see that he was willing to risk that option. So much so that he started walking to that direction. I followed for the benefit of the doubt thinking why this odd guy came here knowing  this is a dead end which according to him had been for almost two years now and why he was lingering around instead of turning back watching us with those hawk eyes. He walked back and forth, back and forth with slow deliberation of someone who has a lot of time in his hands. I find it suspicious.

It was dark already and the path next to the wall was kind of boggy my shoes sunk in the mud with every step. I was wearing  city shoes because he assured me that there will never be an off road track in this walk. Another mistake_ believing what he said.

I decided to call it quits. Walking on marshland in the dark is not an option. Not even for a fervent adventurer like me. The guy was still there waiting, said “I’m afraid so” when I told him the path was squashy. He also decided to be chatty and offered some other alternatives. After the first one, I was not interested with any advice he cared to offer. But my companion thought otherwise. He even showed the map on his cell phone to the guy. They stood there side by side like old buddies and I wanted to say to him: Don’t ever do that! Don’t ever let an stranger come to within striking distance of you. You never know what might happen. Especially in a place like this in a middle of nowhere with an over friendly stranger who was offering us a ride in his car to whatever destination we choose.

Okay, maybe the guy was just friendly, maybe he was just stretching his legs and checking out what machinery was on site so he can steal it after we’re gone, maybe he just escaping a family dinner he didn’t feel at ease with or had a fight with his sweetheart and walking the anger off. I don’t know. But being cautious is not a crime so I dragged my companion away from him and walked away as fast as I could.

The diversion led us to an even bigger sh!t. A busy national road with wide canals full of freezing water on both sides and nowhere to walk but the road itself. It was also devoid of any houses/buildings or lights. For the first time I was scared. I thought: if we can come out out here alive, it will be a miracle. I asked him for any alternatives. Even forest will be a better option, at least there will be no cars coming at us at 120 or more km per hour. But he said no there wasn’t any.

I was fuming mad! I asked him if he study the whole map and looked for alternatives before we set out. He said no, not the whole map but a portion of it. The alternatives he planned was along the water, that if I get tired we can go back by the other side. But that route was kilometers ago! If we track back it will be the same, busy road and no lights and no shoulders as well. I told him countless of times to have plan B, plan C,  the whole alphabet if necessary because the moment you go out the door, anything can happen. Expect the unexpected. You will always need a way out in every situation in every aspect of life. Things can go out of control and you might need an escape route. It always safe to have a back up plan in case. After everything that happened, I taught he learned a thing or tow by now. Apparently not.

Treading on a busy highway in total darkness within an inch of cars from behind and the ones on front blinding me and a wide canal full of freezing water as the only alternative, believe you me it is pretty scary. I am not afraid to die. Never. What I’m afraid of is to live as a crippled for the rest of my life.

A car inched slowly behind us before it came to a full stop. My initial thought was: It’s the guy. He decided to follow us after all. The window rolled down and I saw a woman’s face behind the wheel. Blond,curly, mid-thirties, middle class. She got three adorable kids with her, all of them girls. Two on the front, one at the back. The first thing she said was: “Are you aware how dangerous it is? Walking in the dark like that? You scared me.”

Though she was mad she delivered her words carefully and with respect. And I am totally on her side. I know how it is to be on her position. I will be mad also if it was the other way around.

We explained our situation and she apologized for being angry. I asked if we can ride with her till the church where our car was parked. We must have looked trustworthy because she took us in. I will think twice before I do that if I was her. Especially with three young children with me. I am so grateful she stopped because God knows what might happen if not. I am glad everything turned out alright for us. But I will never forget the experience soon. I hope it finally taught my companion to be cautious at all times and to have a back up plan. I hope that every time…

 

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20 thoughts on “Last Night”

  1. Oh my goodness. Glad you are okay. We have been in situations like that…Trust me, its just around the corner type of thing I might say. Except when it isn’t we are in trouble in much the same way. Now instead of getting angry and frustrated we try to make sure we are both clear where and what we are doing. Obstacles might still happen that aren’t expected but at least we try to communicate.

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    1. In situations like that, though raving mad, I never start fights until we get home. I’m concentrating on getting us out from the trouble and deal with the rest later. I have to keep my head cool or otherwise things can escalate and it will do no good to no one.

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      1. A good choice. And I wish I could say otherwise, but I have definitely done all the types of decisions your companion chose to make here, with the same sort of stubbornness. That is something I have worked on so we both try to keep a level head. You are right, one of you has to in those types of situations. I reiterate however…I am glad you are both okay 🙂

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      2. What it is with men? Is it too hard to be logical? Or accept other’s opinion? Do they have to be always the one who is leading even though they are not capable of doing? I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me.

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      3. I think there is something inherent in men that think they are expected to take charge and lead. Understand that I had two older sisters and parents that taught me better, which at least for me, made me more prone to democracy in those situations and listening to the other person. I don’t think it is always coming from a bad place, from a superiority complex. I think often the guy really wants to take care of the woman and is not choosing those sorts of actions from a hurtful or dangerous place, but it just comes out that way. Like I said, my wife and I have tried to work on that so that we both agree on the situation, especially if it can’t be avoided. Then neither one is to blame.

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      4. Good that you find a way to balance the urge with sense. I wish others follow pursuit. For some maybe I come over as strong, dominant and capable but I am still a woman. If you follow my drift.

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      5. I get what you mean, which can be off putting for a guy sometimes. I think sometimes in that type of situation (and I don’t mean you and your companion here) a guy can sometimes feel like, dammit, I’m taking charge on this one. Not because you aren’t strong, dominant and capable, but because he may not think that about himself, which is why we make bad decisions 😦

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  2. Unfortunately, there are just some people who can’t learn that lesson. They’re too trusting in everything and everyone. Nothing bad can happen, because the world and everyone in it are generally good people. I understand the desire to let him make plans on his own, such as you did, but make sure YOU always know what’s going on. If he plans a beautiful walk, that’s fine — print out the map. Or make him tell you his plans in a way that lets you in on the secret, but amps up the excitement for both of you — that way you’ll never be stuck again.

    Also remember this: girls are trained to almost always see the worst (think guy in dark jacket), boys are trained to not fear anybody else (think guy in dark jacket). Men don’t worry about getting into an elevator late at night with another man in a dark car lot…women would rather wait for the next elevator. That’s just how it is. Love him, don’t lecture him all the time; instead, make certain things fun. Make it into an enjoyable hour where he explains all of his plans to you. Finances are hard to make enjoyable, but you can figure out a way if you try. With my DH I made him keep multiple accounts (which he still maintains on his own), so he could afford the fun stuff he wants. You can make the stuff fun, you just have to be pretty creative to make the really boring stuff fun.

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    1. With more than ten years of experience with him, I know the ins and outs by now. But like you said, some people never learn. I am not cut out to babysit nor be a mother to grown ups I didn’t spawn.

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      1. The first time I found out that it’s so common, I was practically ecstatic. I thought that it was only me, and that my DH was especially dopey. Turns out, that’s not the case…it’s just the difference between men and women and you just have to accept it. For all of their failures as described, each man has an equivalent story of what a perfectionist pain their woman is LOL

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