We decided to call my dad first because he is more understanding about stuff like this in general. The phone was dialing and the only thing going through my head was, “please don’t answer, please don’t answer”… “Hello?”, he said. I took a deep breath but failed to even speak, I started bawling. Then I managed to get out, “Dad, I messed up” and continued crying. He responded, “Are you pregnant?” as if he knew from the distress in my voice. I honestly don’t remember too much from that conversation, he didn’t get mad at me, he was just disappointed. He was pretty calm on the phone…but he was mad at Arik. My parents didn’t know Arik and I were dating, but they knew we were maybe seeing each other casually because they started freaking out about it to me. They lectured me the whole month of February about it. They did not like him, because they thought he was a “bad boy”…and frankly, for a Mormon, he was. But at this point, I was no ray of sunshine either, so who was I to judge? I told my dad I was pregnant, so I thought the worst of it was over…but it wasn’t. He wasn’t with my mom, he was on a business trip…so now we had to do a three-way call and tell my mom. GREAT. Now I have to re-do this whole “pregnancy talk” again for the THIRD time tonight. We added my mom into the call and she was in a good mood…but that lasted a moment. She was livid. She yelled at me and was overall just super pissed. No other way to explain it haha. I think she was even more furious because she thought I was a virgin. To Mormons, a girl who has sex outside of marriage is typically considered a slut… and I feel like she thought my actions reflected her parenting. As it was, I was the only Mormon girl in my area who wore tube top dresses to high school dances and played sports on Sunday. I got judged all the time for it by other Mormon girls but I never cared. At the end of my conversation with my parents, my mom finally calmed down and told me she loved me. My dad said he was booking a flight to come up to Utah (the next day) so he could take me back to California to figure everything out. We hung up the phone.
Then my sister finally broke down. She stood up and hugged me, and we embraced each other for about a minute. I distinctly remember her saying, “being a mom has been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.” She was very worried for me since this was going to be a big change in my life. I left my sister’s house and met up with Arik at my apartment. He had just told his dad while I was telling my parents. It seemed like we had two completely different conversations. He told me his dad wasn’t even mad. He just wanted to make sure we had a plan moving forward, and he supported us together. That night Arik begged me not to go back to California. “Stay with me and everything will be okay, we can live at my parent’s house and they will take care of us.” It did sound appealing, but I knew I had to go back to California to figure my life out, and if I stayed in Utah, I wouldn’t be able to figure out what was truly best for me.
Later that day my dad flew in, and my sister and I cleaned out my whole apartment and packed my car up. Both my dad and sister did not want me to see Arik before I left. Meanwhile, he was texting me all day wondering when he could see me. I visited with some friends to say my goodbyes and told my dad and sister that we were going to meet up with another friend to give her a lot of my clothes that I wouldn’t be needing anymore. I met up with my friend to give her my clothes but I also told Arik to meet me, despite my dad telling me that I better not see him. He pulled up to the parking lot that my friend and I were in and I walked over to his car door. He opened it and pulled me in. He started crying. I had only seen him cry once before when I wrote him a 3-page love letter for Christmas…so it wasn’t very typical to see him like this. He was sobbing on my shoulder, begging me not to leave. He kept telling me that everything would work out if I stayed, and his parents would take care of literally everything. Financially we would never have anything to worry about. He also said something along the lines of this being “our life together and this is our baby”. Trying to remind me that it was his baby in my belly as well.
