As everyone else in my life, besides me, expected, I caved.
I didn’t end up quitting my job.
Partially because I am a pushover; it’s part of my genetic makeup. People convince me of things all the time. On a minutely basis, even.
And partially because I have nothing to lose by waiting a few months. I have the opportunity to keep my secure job and start over in another location. I really ought to at least try.
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Spent some time on the phone with my brother-in-law, who I am closer to than any of my brothers, and he could sense the abject sadness that I just can’t shake. I told him all about work and home and the moving, and he could tell that those were issues, but that it wasn’t what was really bothering me. Older brothers are awesome like that.
So, we talked about what was really bothering me, and while it didn’t help in the fixing it sense, it helped in the everything is going to be okay sense.
I try not to have a lot of bitterness about the past and the circumstances of my childhood, but the one thing that just pisses me off is the stunted emotional growth that has resulted. I’ve been able to get past everything else by sheer will. This is a little harder to overcome.
I shouldn’t be feeling this right now. I’m 26 years old. Time to be a big girl about life.
And I try, and sometimes, I even put on a good show, but everybody is right. I am such a mess.