Before I met him, I had planned to relocate to Atlanta, Georgia. I shared this with him, but I don’t think he believed me. For the next four months, we dated. I met him in May. I was leaving in September. He really didn’t believe me. During our four-month courtship, I continually told him I was leaving because I had planned to leave. He felt, I should stay and develop the relationship. I didn’t tell him I was already in love with him. I didn’t want to delay my leaving. And, I didn’t want him to think I was leaving him like the previously relationship had done. He was recovering. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
By the latter part of August, he began to accept the fact that I was really leaving. We didn’t see each other for a week. When I talked to him in early September, he told me he had just come from Atlanta and wanted to know if I still had plans to move there? Duh!, Well, Yeah! Can you say “what?” I was shocked. He had gone down to scout out the land for me and wanted to go with me. We talked about his relocation and what that would mean for our relationship. After all, I was prepared to go, he wasn’t. Neither was his family ready for him to go. I asked him to give it some real thought.
The second week in September, we talked some more about it. He was really sure he wanted to go with me. He wanted to talk to his father before going. We were supposed to leave the last week of September. We saw each other almost daily now. The last week came and we were preparing to drive down. My sister was pregnant and wanted me to stay and see the baby’s arrival. I decided I would, plus this would give Sean extra time to talk to his father.