Learning Who You Can Count On

I have always been a country music fan but now I feel like many songs were written just for me.

The night that I found out about the affair can be summed up in the lyrics of a Tracy Lawrence song "Find Out Who Your Friends Are."

You find out who your friends are
Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me?' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who your friends are

When I read the letter I fell to the ground and there is about an hour that I can't account for. I think my mind just shut down to protect me. After I talked to MS2BX I knew I needed to call someone. My sister was out of the country and the person I called was the best possible decision I could have made.

I don't have a typical family. My father (who coincidentally shares a birthday with MS2BX) left my family when I was nine and my sister's then boyfriend, now husband's, family took my mom and I in as if we were their own. My holidays and birthdays are celebrated with them, that is our normal.

My brother-in-law's younger sister is just a year younger than me. We were 8 and 9 when we first met. I have long referred to her as my "kind of sister." It was difficult to call her a "friend of the bride" in my wedding program because she isn't just a friend. She is family.

I chose to call her. I called Megan. Megan who had just had a baby 2 months before.

I am not even sure I made sense on the phone. All I know is that while I talked to her she decided to drive the 3 hour distance between her house and mine. She drove 3 hours to be with me with her 2 month old baby in the car and help me through the toughest night of my life.

I know at some point I told her not to come, that it was too much with a newborn. I remember her saying that her husband was already loading her things in the car.

I don't know how to thank her. I am not sure I can ever thank her enough. She dropped everything to be there and she stayed with me until he came home and we talked. She made me eat, she let me cry, she told me that it wasn't my fault, she was there.

So Megs, thank you. Thank you for all that you have done and continue to do. I hope you know how much you mean to me and that I will always be there for you and your family.