About five years ago, I was fairly casually dating this guy for about 7 months. He was like a tall glass a water. He was confident, passionate and almost eerily laid back. I really dug him- but he really also really drove me nuts. I was quite a wild child and had a hard time admitting that he was worth my time- heck I had friends and beer to hang out with! So one Friday night, about five years ago, I broke up with him. That was that… until Saturday morning. Sheepishly, I tried calling him. No answer. I tried calling his sister’s house. He was there. But he didn’t want to talk to me. Damn. So I drove over and got him to sit outside with me and I told him I didn’t want to break up. Could I take it back? We kind of left it at that. Not sure what we were doing- he was going to Germany in a eight days anyway. Let’s just leave it be. But before I left I told him that I was maybe going to take a pregnancy test, cause, I dunno, maybe I was, like, pregnant. Later in the week, this big hunk a hunk a burning love convinced me to take the test- he figured it would, uh, might be nice to know before he left the country. I finally picked one up that Friday and took one about an hour before I had to go work. Good thing I got the double pack pregnancy test. It was positive. They both were positive. I walked over to Fawn’s room and showed her the results. Hmmm. I decided to tell Matt after work. I was pretty numb. I worked- I got a call around 9:30 that night. I walked over to one of the registers that weren’t open and picked up the line my call was waiting on. “Hey.” “Hey.” “I took that pregnancy test…” “Yeah? What it say?” “… … … Don’t tell anyone okay? We’ll figure it out after work?”
And that is when my whole life flew into a tailspin. Oh yeah, and Matt Hall’s life too.
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