GRTBR
Question: What do I do when at 4pm, I realise that you have knocked over to the ground the cells I have prepared eight hours earlier?
Answer: I go to my happy place, and let it go.
But for how long? How long will it be before I desperately plead insanity?
It isn't about moving anymore. Not when you have been randomly telling academics that all I am is lacking in the diligence and intelligence departments. "Not that I am complaining, but you're not the fastest worker"? Funny you should say that, considering how little you know about what I am working on. I would rather change supervisors, projects, aims, restart my PhD than spend another year in unknown territory being scrutinized for breathing a decibel higher than your preferred fancy.
What about my wedding plans? They will go on. So will my PhD.
Without you.