Posted 12/31/2013 9:55 PM (GMT 0)
I was driving my daughter home from her art class, a route I had driven many times. This was about 8 or 10 years ago, a long time before I realized I had something going on. I stopped at the stop light and when it turned, I looked both ways, but forgot which way to go, so I had to ask my young daughter. She knew, so off we went, but I was uncomfortable with it. I finally just decided I must've been tired. I'm not driving hardly at all now, since the stress set me back and I don't trust myself.