My lease was up at the apartment I was living in. I didn’t want to sign another lease because I would be having a baby. I was also pregnant and living in BYU approved housing. Meaning, there were high standards of conduct. I wasn’t exactly the example of high standards they were looking for.
I decided to move into my friends room. We were literally sharing a bed and I was living out of a suitcase. Most of my belongings were in storage. I basically had no place to live, but she was nice enough to offer her bed to me! I would on occasion stay at George’s mothers house with him too. I was bouncing from bed to bed. Not the best way for a pregnant girl to be living.
George and I decided to get an apartment together that we could have the baby in. Only problem we had to wait a month or two before it could happen. After overstaying my welcome at my dear friends home, I moved into George’s mothers. I was still living out of a suitcase with no real place to call home. I was recovered from my car accident and in a new car. So George had his chauffeur and ATM back. Even closer now.
One night we were going to one of his friends houses. I happened to be talking to my Dad and somehow it came out that I was pregnant (it has been 8 years, I can’t remember everything). My Dad was not the happiest about it. In fact, he hung up the phone when I wouldn’t let him talk to George. I was freaking out, hysterically bawling. The exact thing I was trying to avoid was happening. My parents wanted nothing to do with me. They never wanted to talk to me again (or so I thought). I called my Dad back. I ended up dropping George off at his friends and leaving. I sat in my car and talked to my parents for hours. It was not an easy conversation. I told them of my plans to keep the baby. I told them George and I were getting an apartment. I told them a few other things. They were very disappointed in me. I wouldn’t doubt ashamed. They reminded me of the girls and my reasons for placing them for adoption. I told them I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take going through something like that again. I told them how this was my only chance at a family, and I couldn’t let it go. No matter how delusional my bubble world I created in my head was. My mind was set. My parents had no chance of changing it.
What I thought to be the hardest obstacle was finally out of the way. Oh how naive I was.