I was at work when the phone rang and I was given the news. She was gone and my Mother was devastated. I immediately got someone to come relieve me and I went home. I sent him a text telling him my Grandmother had passed. The response I got was, "damn." When the dust had settled that day I went home, he was there, and he didn't mention anything and neither did I. Finally, he said "I'm sorry about your Grandmother" and we talked briefly about the subject...and that was it. No hug, no "it's going to be alright," no nothing. He went to work the day of her funeral. He wasn't there when I was getting dressed and realized that I was dressing for the funeral of my Grandmother and then sat on my bathroom floor sobbing. He wasn't there. He came in just in time to shower and ride with me to the church, and before he showed up, I assumed that he wasn't coming. What kind of compassion is that?
My co-workers showed me more compassion than the man that I was engaged to.
So, we enter into 2009 with me feeling rather bummed about life and my relationship. I was in need of a serious pick-me-up. I was still working two jobs, still paying majority of the bills, and still doing most of all the household chores. I was screaming for help, but no one was listening.
My pick-me-up came unexpectedly after joking around in text messages resulted in me receiving a text that would change my life. And for this... we have to journey back to 2007 again.