I was once driving with my wife through a very foggy roadway, when a huge truck came from the other way with these powerful fog lights and totally blinded me for a couple of seconds. It was enough that I missed the sign that a curve was coming so I took it too fast, lost control of my pickup and ended up rolling two and a half times landing with the pickup sideways on my wife’s side.
The moment I realised we were gonna flip was the most terrified I’ve ever been, mostly because I worried about my wife. Luckily a bus full of people was just passing by and they stopped and helped us get out and calm us down while the authorities came.
After that while talking to the cops I kept blaming myself, to the point that my wife got pissed and told the cops that I was still in shock and it was the truck’s fault and that they should just dismiss my rambling, saving me in the end from paying any fines lol.
I get what you mean. I actually think that if I were alone that time I would just roll with it (no pun intended) and dealt with whatever happened after that, the terrifying thing was the feeling of responsibility for my wife’s safety and that at that moment it was totally out of my control.
When all that happened, her phone went flying around the car and hit her in the forehead, that’s the main injury she suffered from all the ordeal so thankfully was nothing serious in the end.