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So, in case anyone's been keeping up with Andrea's journal, it's been a tumultuous time between the two of us. I was supposed to move in with her last week, but I turned into a big pile of fail and went on one last ski trip with my family instead. Neither of us have been taking it well, with Andrea wondering just how important she is in the scheme of things, and me being forced to look into the mirror and see a miserable piece of human detrius staring back.
Over the last week, I've been thinking about how Andrea has been nothing but supportive of me throughout all this, and how my family, while they're supposed to help me out, have instead been trying to talk me out of it. It really made me put things in perspective. But there was something my dad said while we were taking last week: this is ultimately my decision. And he's right. This is my life, my choice, my responsibility. No one else can live my life for me.
...Which is why I've taken the first step, and put in my 2 weeks' notice at work. I realize it's a small step, but at least things are starting to go into motion. Now all I have to do is stick to my guns and convince my family that this move will be a good thing for me.
Someone please pray for me.
Over the last week, I've been thinking about how Andrea has been nothing but supportive of me throughout all this, and how my family, while they're supposed to help me out, have instead been trying to talk me out of it. It really made me put things in perspective. But there was something my dad said while we were taking last week: this is ultimately my decision. And he's right. This is my life, my choice, my responsibility. No one else can live my life for me.
...Which is why I've taken the first step, and put in my 2 weeks' notice at work. I realize it's a small step, but at least things are starting to go into motion. Now all I have to do is stick to my guns and convince my family that this move will be a good thing for me.
Someone please pray for me.