The Bad JuJu - Part Two: A Sign From God...or I'm Just a REALLY Bad Driver

While I had regrets leaving behind my glamorous life in Dallas to join my soon-to-be-husband in San Diego, California (where his company had just transferred him - hence the wedding in under a year scenario) - I was also excited at the possibilities. Close, intimate dinners at a beachside cafe. Long walks along the beach after work, taking Homer Dog to the "official dog park" on the beach, going to concerts or up the coast for the weekend...After all, while courting me, he spent money like it was water - as did I. Funny thing money: when you are both gainfully employed and "separate" yourselves as individuals through your own checking accounts; life is your own. The night before my wedding, following my rehearsal dinner - I was driving my bridesmaids to the hotel. By the grace of God, my one pregnant bridesmaid decided to follow behind us. Good thing, as when we were turning onto a busy Houston intersection, and believing the light to be green, ran through the intersection and was hit by on-coming traffic. While no one was hurt, the front end of my car was an eye-sore. My superstitious best friend looked at me ominously "after the dust had settled" and asked "Do you think this is God trying to tell you something?" I promptly answered her with, "If he is, maybe he should tell my parents who just spent a small fortune to bring over 150 of our closest family members together." Failure was not an option at that point. "T"(as I refer to my now ex-husband/dead-beat-dad) and I had "fun" together. But as I would soon realize, when the "fun" runs out and real life enters unexpectedly in the form of a pea-in-the pod, that's when you take a step back, look at your growing belly and begin to see what one another is truly made of. In our case, on a partner and friendship level - we were about as shallow as a puddle.