Quote: This is so painful, it is driving me crazy. Between the b.s. at work, and my marriage troubles, I just want to cut and run. It's taking everything I have to just move day-to-day right now.
Time for a little WHOMPASS.
Knock it off. You've had a good solid week of sh!ttyness, an ego-busting discovery, and one fU$CkKING crappy ass day at work. You've had two solid days to feel sorry for yourself good and proper, and now it is time for you to pull yourself up by the boot straps.
It isn't ALL about you, guy. You tell us all the time how great looking your wife is and how she'll have no problem finding someone else. So you leave the house and give ALL THOSE GUYS out there a shot at her. Well, SCREW THEM. You ain't divorced yet, honey. Just because your ego took a shot when you read HER JOURNAL does NOT mean she doesn't love you. You think people don't go through infatuations while married? HELLO!! PLEASE.
THEN, you work in one of the biggest, political, back-stabbing, ME oriented to the brim cess pools on the planet, and you have the nerve to say that your only option was to 'resign.' Though you have a FLARE for drama, you ain't NIXON, Cloudy. You don't HAVE to do anything except jump back in there and work your ass off to take your boss's job out from under him. You got knocked down, but you aren't OUT yet, bubba. Bite his ear off.
My point?
You want to keep your job?! Fight for it.
You want your marriage to last?! Fight for HER.
But DO NOT sit out there, wallowing in your own self-pity, letting your pain eat you from the inside out. It's not you and I don't buy it.
Now go buy yourself a chocolate ice cream cone. Ice cream makes everything better.
