I've returned. I had to make myself drive down to the coast today. I procrastinated as long as I could. I wanted to cry. I DON'T want to be here. Scott came home for the weeked. He had a death in the family. I stayed around him for the time and soaked it all in. I took him back to the airport yesterday. I felt like I was breaking into a thousand pieces. It was overwhelming. We are both miserable as far as the situation goes with us being apart. I miss him tons and it isn't long until he leaves for 6 months.
I have to be here for the week. My mom says, "When you get so fed up with it that you can't take it and you're ready to come home, come home. I'm tired of you being there. I don't like the situation you are in." I love my mom for saying that, and I know she would support me, but if I quit my job... what's next?
I keep asking, "What's God's will for my life?" I'm blown away. I have no clue. I keep praying and asking for guidance. "I need help God!!" Help will come. I know it will.
