quelonzia and I are separating.
On Friday, she'll be flying to the Philippines for business. Immediately thereafter, I will be moving out.
This is not a divorce. We are not "breaking up". We still love each other; gods, do we love each other. We still want to be together.
However, since I graduated from CSUMB in 2003, I have not held a full-time job for more than three months; they've all been short-term contract or temp positions. My current part-time retail position barely lets me pick up my prescriptions and the occasional grocery run.
She needs to know that, if something happens to her, I can actually survive.
I need to know that, too. I wish we didn't have to do this, but, honestly, until I make some drastic change in my situation, I'm just going to keep spinning my wheels.
The separation will continue until I have a permanent, full-time job that lasts more than six months.
Thanks to thoughtsdriftby, I have a place to stay until I can get my shit together.
I will do everything in my power to insure than the duration is as short as I can make it.