Everything in my life is going wrong! What seemed like the ideal dream has become an unending nightmare. Only a few weeks ago everything seemed perfect: I had just graduated from school with honors. My girlfriend and I got engaged the same day my father made me a full partner in his construction business. I was so pumped . . . and definitely in love. Life seemed complete. Even my faith was at an all‑time high.
It all started falling apart one Friday when my fiancée met me after work. She looked like something was wrong . . . but I couldn’t get her to talk about it. So we went to a basketball game that evening, but my head wasn’t in it. My imagination was running wild.
Didn’t she love me anymore? Did she want to call off the wedding? Did she have cancer?
The questions kept coming. I was a nervous wreck. Afterward, we went out for dessert. She didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, she whispered the words I hadn’t even dared to think:
Then she burst into tears. I was stunned.
“You? But we haven’t even . . .”
A wave of nausea hit me as I realized the horrible truth: Since it wasn’t me, it had to be someone else.
“Who was he?” I forced myself to ask. I couldn’t decide if I really wanted to know.
She looked down, “I can’t tell you,” she said, “You wouldn’t understand. I just want you to know I still love you and want to be your wife!”
“If you loved me you wouldn’t be in the condition you’re in,” I snapped.
I couldn’t help seeing the love in that face I’d come to cherish. Abby, I knew I still loved her with my heart, that’s why I hurt so much. How could I continue to love someone who slept around? I was too shocked to say anything the rest of the evening. I paid the bill, took her home, and drove away.
Although I’ve never been very emotional, I cried myself to sleep. I woke up early the next morning angry & full of questions.
How could she do this to me? Didn’t she love me? Hadn’t we promised to save ourselves for each other? Who was he? How long had they been sleeping together? How could they manage to see each other without me even suspecting? Didn’t she believe in the standard God had set for relationships?
I went all week without seeing or calling her. I just couldn’t. My heart ached. My stomach burned. My head pounded nonstop. Then she showed up today just as I was closing shop.
“I’ve made arrangements to leave town for a while,” she said. “I think it’s best for you & me & for our families. I’ll be staying at my cousin’s place downstate.”
I must have been frowning because she added, “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll be in good hands.”
She handed me a piece of paper with a phone number where I could reach her & then left. I haven’t heard from her since, and that was 3 months ago.
Abby, what should I do now? I can’t imagine going ahead with the engagement. My trust in her has been destroyed. Still, the thought of walking away leaves me even more confused. The shame and embarrassment of being pregnant and not married in our small town would make her the target of endless harassment.
On the other hand, if I stand by her & pretend that the child is mine, I’d destroy my reputation . . . something I don’t think I’m willing to risk to cover her selfish mistake.
My gut feeling is to break off the engagement & try to forget what happened. I care too much for her to make an ugly scene. Maybe I could tell our friends that it was my idea to break up & she had to get out-of-town to escape the pain of my decision?
Abby, I want to do the right thing. But I just can’t decide. Should I stay with her regardless of what others think? Or should I quietly break off the engagement and try to get on with my life?
A Devastated Boyfriend
And then came the reply:
Dear Devastated Boyfriend,
Don’t be afraid to take Mary as your wife. What’s conceived in her is from Holy Spirit, Christ is in her. You’ll see. Just open the door of your heart to Mary, you’ll begin to experience the wonder of Christ’s presence firsthand.
Do you ever really stop to think about Mary as a real person?! I real teenager with a REAL dilemma on her hands. This “Dear Abby” letter was shared Sunday at church by our pastor, and I knew I had to pass it on. I brought everything home for me.
I “got it”.
We know the last chapter, Mary didn’t. She feared for her very life, as she could be STONED for her “indiscretion”! Would you, as her parents, have believed her? Do you know how HARD that must’ve been for all of them?
As we approach the Christmas season, remember the reason we celebrate, remember a young unwed mother, great with child making a journey to a land not her own, away from her mom and everything familiar. Remember her FAITH, even though she didn’t know the Happily FOREVER After was to come for all of us.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Don’t miss Post 2 today, White Chocolate Peppermint Fudge.