Quick Exit

Well, I survived the weekend of family fun. *note sarcasm*. How did I survive? By using the basic survival instinct of fight or flight!

The day was going marginally well although slowly. Luckily Isaac and his girlfriend Amanda did not show up until almost 5pm. I had already warned Ash's mom that if there was a constant discussion on pregnancy that I would have to leave. Her response: "Oh, I'm sure she won't talk about it that much." Right...let's see, 25 years old, excited about her first pregnancy, totally naive to the bad things in this world. Yeah, I'm sure she won't talk about it at all.

Amanda and Isaac arrive. The usual "hellos" and "how are yous" are exchanged and then lo and behold, the conversation immediately turns to Amanda's (very recent) pregnancy. Can she still work out like normal, how emotional she is, how emotional Ash's sister was when she was pregnant, and onwards for about 10 minutes straight.

I have to be fair here. Due to Ash and Isaac not really talking for the last two years, she might not even be aware of my situation. Either way, I'm sure she had no malicious intent. But what about Peyton and Sara (Ash's sister)? They both know my situation. In fact, I had even warned Peyton that this type of conversation would make me really uncomfortable. If Amanda wasn't aware, couldn't Peyton have made a quick phone call to give her a heads up?

Needless to say after the ten minute (and counting) conversation I beat a hasty retreat out the door and headed home. I'm sure my quick exit looked more than a little rude. Did I apologize? Absolutely not! Amanda has every right to be excited about her pregnancy just as I have every right to protect my mental health. Frankly, I am beyond caring if this makes me seem like a bitch. One thing I've learned through all of this is to put myself first because no one else is going to do it for you.