DMV Confessions

I just had a “not so best” moment in my life at the DMV yesterday.  I just moved to the state I am living in and was unaware they would make me take a written test when I went to get my new states drivers license.  I have moved to other states and just received a new license when I went to the DMV.  . . . Unfortunately I did not pass the test.  Some of the questions I missed were ones I should have gotten too.  The person  who graded my test was probably thinking  “I do NOT want this person on the road!”  I wouldn’t blame them.  It wasn’t that I didn’t know the right answer, but I’ve never been good at tests!  In school I ALWAYS did horrible on pop quizzes, even if I knew everything, the anxiety would make my mind a big blur. To give me a test without knowing I was going to have to take, killed my chances of passing. I walked out of the little test room they had with big eyes and my heart pounding.  My sweet husband came along with me to be a support, poor man had no clue what he had gotten himself in to.  I was terrified.  I just knew I didn’t do well.  I tried to remember each of the many questions there were and go over my answers with him.  I remember three, and there were a lot more than 3.  Needless to say I failed.

I won’t lie; I do not like the sate I am living in.  The state and city I left was my idea of paradise.  There wasn’t a lot about it that wasn’t me.  I just fit in.  Where I live now is the opposite of everything that was.  I am trying not to complain to my husband, especially since where we live is not exactly where he wants to live, but he needs to be near his kids at all times, he does not trust his ex-wife with her history of drug abuse and potentially mental illness.  How can I be mad at him for that?  I am not.  I do hate living HERE though.

When we got the test back he patiently started go over the answers I got wrong, like the state specific fine for drinking and driving.  I kept thinking, why would I care about the drinking fine!  I don’t even drink!!  I was so humiliated for failing this test. I was getting more and more humiliated as my husband is reading my STUPIDE answers out loud, for everyone to hear how dumb I was.  I was already feeling pretty dumb. 

So here is where I confess, and stop setting you up to try to feel sorry for me . . . .kind of.

On about question 5, where the answer was VERY obvious and I still got it wrong, I was no longer nice wife, but truly the wicked witch wife/step-mom.

“I HATE YOUR F#&$!%* STATE, HATE IT”

I said this very loudly

In the ear shot of children. (not his)

I stomped out of the DMV.

Today I am humiliated, and very thankful my husband loves me in-spite of myself sometimes.

What a lack of control.

For anyone in that DMV that day – I am very sorry, please forgive me.