Well some good news, especially after yesterday's bitchfest.
I did talk to Gilbert yesterday. I sent him an email about what I thought and a few times, I'm afraid that I upset him. You probably ask yourself, why even care? Kick the guy to the curb and move on with your life.
Easier said than done, I'm afraid. A lot easier said than done. It's my personal opinion that I should not give up on something that gives me the littlest bit of grief. In the past few months, I have, I admit. I gave up a job that I probably really shouldn't have - but well, life moves on. I had to pick up the pieces, place them together, use some wood glue and move forward. It's not really the same with my relationship. It's like, breaking a gigantic vase, then have lost a few pieces - or a few of the pieces are cracked so small, you can't fit them back. Then I take the "fixed" vase, drop it again, making it harder to fix. More pieces get lost, more pieces get smaller...
When you've dropped that same vase a few times, you get a pretty ugly vase. It looks more like a 2nd grader put it together than anything pretty - so you're like, ewwww. Well, the same thing is happening with my relationship.
I can't say that I am the sole problem. I can't say that he's the sole problem. We do have some issues that need to be fixed. We sometimes need to agree on things where it benefits us both.
True, if I did go to university things would be extremely tight for the both of us. And it will give me an opportunity to lessen my burden on loans. And for me to be as debt-free as possible is a good thing... so I will take a look to see what is truly the best option. My option DOES NOT really include staying here. Duh, I know that's the "best" option. But I need to be there for a year with him.
Yes, you heard me right - we're going for the interdependency visa again. Hopefully I'll have an agent for this time around. If that is part of his plans, then I must be important. Sometimes I wish I felt that important - or even worth it.
So if things must start over, I guess that's fine. I won't be delaying years, only months which give me time to get more money.
I spoke to my boss at my first job about working less than 20 hours a week. He's OK with it. So hopefully I can balance at least 50 hours a week. If not, I'm screwed eh? Getting back to the post office should be fun... mmm hmmm.
I'm outta here. Just wanted to send an update. (No one said I was being irrational either - I felt that I was being that way.)