I'm going to miss the way I don't mind getting up in the morning and going to work.
I'm going to miss not caring if I look like hell because my worries kept me up all night.
I'm going to miss emergency coffee right inside the front door.
I'm going to miss making the rounds to say good morning.
I'm going to miss dancing on the counter on Friday afternoons.
I'm going to miss singing at the top of my lungs to make the kids laugh.
I'm going to miss secrets whispered on the phone to the room next door.
I'm going to miss texting people in the back building all day long.
I'm going to miss throwing things down the hallway at each other.
I'm going to miss getting in trouble for not using the intercom.
I'm going to miss Sonic happy hour being right across the street.
I'm going to miss timing lunch breaks correctly so we could goof off in pairs.
I'm going to miss running off new people that we don't like.
I'm going to miss the conspiracies.
I'm going to miss feeling safe and comfortable.
I'm going to miss being real.
I'm going to miss being read as soon as I walk in the door.
I'm going to miss the freedom to cry.
I'm not a leaver. I've been left too many times to ever be a leaver. I didn't want to run away. And I'm not. I'm moving on. I wish it wouldn't have played out like this, but half of me is glad that it happened so quickly. I knew it was a sign when we got the phone calls within five seconds of each other. I'm so glad we had the same last day. I couldn't have planned it better myself.
I never thought I'd quit a job to save a relationship. I didn't even notice that's what you were asking me to do. I'm glad I listened this time. I thought you were crazy, I thought you were against me, but you were looking out for me and didn't want anyone to know. I knew you were better than that. I knew you wouldn't turn on me.
I walked out the front door for the last time thirty minutes earlier than I ever did. I walked out laughing. That's when I knew I was doing the right thing. On Monday I start over. On Monday I'm on my own. I'm going to be fine. You taught me everything I know. You made me a survivor.
I will survive.
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