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| For those of you that don't know. I have a new last name. I am now and forever, Bethany Kmeid. (Kuh-made). I got married to my husband Charbel on March 14th of this year and am happier than ever.  Here's a picture: 
It's from way before we got married, but it's the best we've got.  | | |
| I haven't written in ages. In fact, I nearly forgot about this, until I was thinking about Aunt Cindy and Veronica and how we all met. How odd. Anyway, an update: 1) I'm attending Rets Tech Center, and I'm in the paralegal program. I'm definitely excelling, and I'm enjoying it. 2) I'm still a nanny for the Sheppard family, and I love it. I may move on in the near future, though. 3) I'm dating a boy named Charbel. I met him 6 weeks ago, and things have been great. He's wonderful, and I'm happy with him, thus far. Here's a picture: 
Awh, how cute. Anyway, I must finish off here. Leave some love. :) | | |
| Zoom zoom zoom.
I haven't been to one80 in what seems like forever.
I think I went two weeks ago, I'm not sure.
I miss it and my people. :(
Woo.
I got my hair chopped off.
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| Mom had her hysterectomy tonight, and all went well.
She's recovering nicely.
*yawn*
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| Mid-morning on March 8th, 2007, I received exciting news: Carmen and I were approved to get the apartment we wanted. I was ecstatic. I was on top of the world.
That same evening, the world came crashing down on top of me. I received a phone call stating that my best friend had been arrested, and was told the charges, and all that had happened. I was devastated. The crimes he committed were not only illegal, but also were directly betraying me. The person who has kept me sane through the past year has suddenly become a criminal. Has suddenly become a liar. The person I shared so very much with couldn't even share so much with me. I was crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal, and the fears of what he was to face.
Then a mere few weeks later, we saw each other for the first time since his arrest. We cried and I yelled. He apologized, and I cried. Through the course of the next few weeks, we started to rebuild the friendship, and this time with an honest, open and more candid dialogue than we had ever shared. Things were getting better, and the weight was being lifted.
As for the charges against him, all seemed well. It seemed as if they were going to be merciful, and that he was going to be getting off as lightly as he could. Everyone around him--including me--knew the chances of him serving jailtime was still viable, but not expected. Everyone believed he would still be around. The DA was trying to get probation, and he had accepted a plea bargain.
Today was the sentencing hearing, and the judge sentenced him to 3 years in prison. Three years. Three years away from his life. Three years away from his friends. He's basically just...gone. He's been ripped away--and ultimately, it was by his own doing.
Please--to anyone reading this--just pray. For him to survive while he's serving his time. For me to be able to move past this, and to heal.
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