Breaker 1-9 Pink Panther Here

We have decided on getting married in September that gives a few months to do it  right   this time. Last time  we got married  is more like an elopement dad wasn’t pleased we  dashed off to  the  JP as soon as we  got  the marriage license. Of course our honeymoon was a weekend away at the shore. He  wants everything  to be right. Well so do I guess. I  wish Dad was here  though, I think this  time he would approve.  Every girl wants the dream wedding  and  I am no different. I know he is the one for me.

I went away to New Jersey for a  short trip.  While I  was at  the truck stop a voice, I haven’t heard in awhile came  across the  CB- Broken Guitar. He sounded sad and asked  if anyone wanted to  talk. I haven’t thought about him  in a long while and this was one person I confided when I was really low. I picked  up the radio and  told him I would  talk.

Once we switched to a different channel he said never stopped thinking about me. I started off with everything from selling the  company, my mother  and my brother  and my engagement. Even when I told him that he wanted to keep talking. His voice is as smooth  as  Barry  White and I could listen to him all night. When I told him about James  and  I was the last time I even thought of James. Broken  Guitar was different and I  don’t know what it is. My fantasies of him kept me happy through lonely nights on the road. I feel like he gets me and my life more than James does.

Two hours into our conversation, I looked  out the cab  window and wondered where he  was. He could here or in the one across the highway.  Sometime I want to meet him even if just for a moment,  before I get married again. He has asked to meet but I said  no. I am hoping that if we do meet he will ugly as a decrepit donkey with bad teeth then  I can be fully ready to marry James.

Has it been over 2 weeks since I written? I don’t know where time goes.  My brother did bring bad news. After I hung up the phone, James and I quickly dressed and I answered the door. He didn’t speak as he came in and sat on the chair. The air was too silent and uncomfortable even with James in the kitchen making coffee. I just tell him to get on with it. He began my rambling on that I am his last resort and blah blah. I look at him and tell him that I am flat broke and that I can’t help him. He says he is not looking for money but it his mother, I guess she is my mother as well has cancer and she needs a bone marrow transplant. I don’t know what to say now. I do know my anger is boiling. “Why come to me?” I scream at him. His eyes look downward and replies that he is not a match and maybe I am.

Does she know you are here begging me to save her life even though she took off and ran then when I tried to get to know her she has me arrested? I ask and believe it or not it was her idea. I can’t believe that woman. I tell him I will think about it. He asks when will I know and I answer “what is she going to die tomorrow?”. No I guess the doctor’s gave her the standard 6 months to live.  He says he has to get back and then before he is out the doors he begs for me to come to New York with him. I said I want to think about it.

I just can’t believe this bull shit. Who does she think she is anyway. Yeah I know she is my mother but she ran out on me as well as my dad. So what if dad and her were having problems? That doesn’t mean she had to cut me out completely. Then I go to New York to meet her and maybe talk about things and that gets me is in jail.

It takes a full week before I pick up some loads heading towards that way. Lucky for me, James came along. I went to the hospital after all the loads have been dropped, I get tested. Then they come back and take more. I don’t know and I didn’t ask either. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and back in the truck at least and make love to James.

I had to spend the night and James stayed by my bed. First thing the next morning we leave and go home. On the way through New Hampshire we stop at a rest stop and he looks at me and grasps a hold of my hands and I was already to spare a half hour and jump in the cab and make the truck rock. But I wasn’t prepared for this. He asked me and I said yes.  How could I not?

James and I are getting remarried. I knew this year would be life changing but this is more than I could ever hope for. Slowly he is moving back in and here I am watching while he sleeps and the fans running full tilt. This time is going to be forever.