When I moved to South Carolina I feared I would never ever make friends here. Knowing that Nick only wanted to stay here temporarily added to my lack of motivation to even try befriending anyone. What's the point if you're only going to be moving in 2 years? I have plenty of those kind of friends already, thanks to the military. It's hard to find true friends these days. I guess that's why I'm always homesick for Monterey. Anyway, I ended up meeting Bre on Craigslist. She had an R32 and I had just bought my car, so I emailed her asking if she knew of any car groups around Charleston. 
We hung out a couple of times, and she introduced me to a few other V-dubbers in the area. I ended up meeting another mother at Bre's birthday party. I was pretty excited to get to know her a little bit because I didn't really have any other friends with kids. Her and I hung out a few times, and that's how I met Andy. You see, Andy was her husband. Yup, I'm a homewrecker. I've excepted that title and completely agree with why his family hates me. Problem with love is, it just happens. You can't help who you fall in love with...I talked to the both of them. I felt like I was the mediator in a marriage that had been falling apart since it started. It was a bit of a relief to me that the both of them seemed unhappy in their circumstances. I realized I was not the reason they fell out of love, I was just the push they needed to finally do something about their unhappiness. Don't get me wrong, I felt like the worst friend ever and if I could go into all the details I would. Anyway, to make a long story short, Andy's wife filed for divorce and moved out to her parents house.
As I mentioned earlier, Andy's parents hate me. I was unaware of how much till I met his mother. It was one of those situations where I wished I had the ability to become invisible so I could break down and cry. It took everything to not show her she was getting to me. I have never had anyone be so rude to me. She would talk about me, while I was sitting right there. And when she had the decency to talk TO me, she would ask questions but in a tone that let me know she didn't give a shit about what my response was. I sat there for almost an hour taking the degrading comments and pointless questions, and was handling it well till she decided it was time to be uncaring of Andy's feelings. This was the first time I had seen him cry. My parents love me for me and support me through everything. They can tell I'm the happiest I've ever been and are happy for me. Andy's mom seems to care less. There were so many things I wanted to tell her, but I felt as though she would only believe what she wanted to believe. Andy got up and left the room leaving me in there alone with her. I looked at her, shrugged my shoulders and said sorry. I can't remember her response, just remember the smug look she had on her face. One I would have slapped off if I could have.
I hope one day his family will understand that he's happy, finally.
Andy asked me to marry him on May 8th. I know, soooo soon right? The proposal story? It was nothing less than how I wanted it to be :-) The kids were playing in the pool, Sam was outside watching them of course. I knew he had already asked my mom for her permission...because let's be honest, my dad is one scary mofo! My mom obviously said yes. He was a sweaty mess after washing my car and weed whacking some of the lawn. I asked him if he wanted me to get him some ice water, he said yes than followed me into the kitchen. He really didn't saying anything so I had a feeling it was going to happen right then. I handed him his water and hugged him, even though he was drenched in sweat :-p He started telling me how happy he's been and that he couldn't wait to start our own little family then he attempted to get down one one knee, but I kept hugging him and jumping up and down. Finally he got down there and asked me. I told him to shut up about 10 times and then finally said yes :-)
We just recently moved to Hampton, VA. We found a cute little 3 bedroom beach house that's so close to the beach I can hear the waves at night. This helps relieve my urges to head back to the west coast. I missed living so close to the water. I feel at home here :-) I'm lucky to also have my good friend Sam living here. Lately I've been needing more baby fixes, so it's nice to be able to squeeze her little girl when I'm feeling sad.
I had a miscarriage on Friday. I never in a million years imagined I'd have to go through the emotional and physical pain of losing a pregnancy. I know it's pretty common and effects 1 in 5 pregnancies, but I just never expected it to happen to me. Dealing with the emotions is something I'm not that good at. It helps that I have a healthy and handsome 4 year old little boy I can snuggle. It also helps having a supportive significant other. I've been doing what I can to keep my mind off the events of Friday, but when I'm sitting by myself I can't seem to shake the sadness. At some point I'll be writing about what happened, but for right now my body and mind are still pretty tired. I think I'm going to take a nap.
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