So what was “probably about a month” in mid-late July and “definitely about a month” in early August actually becomes “about three months” that ends in October, and that only after I blew my top.
I still haven’t decided what I feel. Feelings are coming in waves. I don’t know what to do or say. I’m trapped here at work. I need to get out. I need something. I need something, but I don’t know what.