“You aren’t feeling well enough to stay at work?”
“I quit my job.”
At the conclusion of our argument on Thursday, she left the room saying “And I’m quitting my job, too.” Later, after things had cooled down, she said, “You know, I was serious about quitting.”
“Okay,” I said. “Will you please wait until you find another job first?”
“Okay,” she said.
I guess by “okay,” she meant “hell no.”
I am angry. I am tired of feeling like the only adult in the family who will keep it together and do what’s right. I’d go drink myself into a stupor, but then, where would that leave us?