Two weeks ago, I was excited when he landed a job Where I Work that was going to give him a huge pay increase. We had found a brand new, never-lived-in duplex that would take The Pup. We had Grand Plans for debt repayment.
One week ago, I was hysterical because he was miserable and acting VERY strange. He decided to give his notice. He didn't have another job in place. We knew he'd lose that huge pay increase. We had to turn down the perfect duplex.
Shit felt hopeless. I wanted to give up, to quit. I didn't care that it was all making me stronger. I didn't care that these struggles were likely putting us in line for something better. I didn't care that everything works out the way it's supposed to.
Many of you supported me and offered me encouragement. I love y'all for that.
Friday was his last day. But he got another job, and he starts Monday.
He'll have to work until 6:30pm. But that means I'll have time to exercise and meditate before making dinner.
He took a pay cut. But it's still more than he was making at The Office Job.
We found a new place that is further away than we were hoping. But it's closer to work for him, and the rent is phenomenal, so we can focus on debt repayment after all.
We're going to have to bust our asses packing. But we'll be reunited with The Pup in 32 days.