beep, beep, beep, beep, beep....

oh the horror as I back up out of a parking spot. Sure I looked around...gentley I move back...then bump....OMG...OMG....OMG now what have I hit....OMG...I can't believe I just hit another car....I park my car (in a different spot) go look at what I hit...yes, folks it's a big old truck with very heavy duty bumpers...I didn't even make a scratch....OMG...OMG...OMG...I turn around to look at my car...(tears are forming) and I have a big hole in my bumper. It was the exact spot of a minor crack..#$%^...so I picked up all the pieces....ok...2 major ones and it even goes together....with tears in my eyes I headed back into Lowes and went to the service desk. The store manager was very nice and I told him what happened and what the licence plate number was of the truck...but he wanted to see it first before announcing it. I told him I didn't even scratched the bumper....as we go out...the truck is gone. They never knew I hit their truck (well it wasn't like there was any damage) The store manager thanked me for coming in but he guess the owner did see anything wrong and I didn't have to do anything else....I can't believe how stupid I was for hitting that truck...I had no idea it was behind me. It was a big black truck with an extended bed...oh for the extend bed....I should of check twice...but I was so distracted by what I was doing in the parking lot in the first place and the items I had sitting on the front seat...OMG....What am I going to do now? I tried to calm myself down and not get emotional....I start my car and carefully got out of that parking lot as soon as I could. I didn't know how I was going to tell my husband. He reacted just the way I thought he would. It was all my fault and I shouldn't even be driving....he thinks this happened because to the medications I'm on. Oh how that hurts to think about....even after all this time he still doesn't understand. He just doesn't know how much I really need his concern for me and not for the stupid car and how the way I drive. He had such a bad day (he sat in his chair for the last 15 hours watching tv (yelling at the satelite because of the rain and cloud cover, now he thinks the satelite is broken....so I have to call on that tomorrow...I really think its the cloud cover) And when he got upset with the tv he decided to play his playstation game...which only made him madder because he keep being killed in the same place in the game....oh I don't know what to do....I let him go to bed...I didn't want to be in the same room with him. Plus if I took my meds he would roll his eyes and that just confirms his point. So now it 's too late to take my meds....I'd never wake up....and all I can do is cry which that won't do if I go to bed now because if I wake him up, he'll be even madder! Right now I feel so hopeless and I don't know what to do to make things right. It's going to cost something to get my car fix...and even if I get it fixed...my car really isn't worth a whole lot even in good condition. My car! My poor car....I just can't take care of anything!!