Drama

So now I have taken you up through Labor Day of 2006. I have known Jeff for a month. I know I want to marry him.

Jeff had moved for a girl before and I assumed he would have no qualms about doing it again. But we decided that we'd both at least consider moving and see what happened.

I was living with friends and wasn't locked into a lease. Same for Jeff.
I didn't have a job. Jeff did.
I was in school, which I could technically do anywhere.

We gradually came to the conclusion that I would be the one moving. But then I told him that I didn't think it was a good idea for a girl to move for a guy she was just dating. He figured out that I needed him to propose before I would agree to move.

In early October, we started looking at rings online.

One night we were on the phone having a great conversation – about how things were going with us, and how we each were better people because of the other, etc. And we were talking about marriage.

Jeff didn't always get good reception on his cell phone in the house he lived in, so he often went walking when we talked. That was the case on this particular night.

As we talked, I heard him start talking to someone else. I couldn't really make out much of it, but I could tell Jeff was talking to someone and the phone seemed far away from him. Then I heard Jeff say, "Just take the money."

Holy crap, he was being robbed. While I was on the phone.

Then I heard key tones, like the buttons on the phone were being pressed and I heard someone say "$11."

And then I heard nothing.