When I graduated from the University of Florida in December 2014, I would have told you that I was done with school forever — in fact, I told a lot of people that. I had a BS in Advertising, a BA in English and so much burnout from doing all the things one does to get a job upon graduation outside of just taking classes.
So this post may be a bit longer than most of my blogs, but I’ve got a lot to say now that the secret is out! The last few weeks have been some of the most exciting and challenging of my entire life. I plan to do a first trimester recap once I’m officially in my second trimester, but I’ll give you a sneak peek: It’s been hard. I have so many friends who love being pregnant and feel better than ever, but unfortunately, that’s not been my experience. That’s totally okay because this babe will be worth it, but hopefully that explains my absence from the blog!
I was fuming. Furious. How could he hurt me in this way? And how could I ever forgive him? It was my junior year of high school, and I was officially over my on-again, off-again crush and his casual callousness. He played with my feelings and led me on in ways that were unbelievably mean, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I swore him off mentally and vocally, telling my best friend I was finally ready to move on.
The mystery man? That huge jerk? The guy who broke my freakin’ heart? Well, he’s on the couch next to me, so my resolve didn’t stick. Yup, you heard it right — Vagner the doting partner is the same guy who once told me, “I think that you like me, and I’m not interested right now. I’m sorry and I wish I was attracted to you.” The sweet boy who is the epitome of #husbandgoals is also the first guy who ever made me cry.