Spent most of the week in a daze. Woke up 3am most mornings and not able to get back to sleep because I was sick with worry and have started having random anxiety attacks again.
Fuck. How did I get myself into this position at nearly 45 years of age???? I have NOTHING.
If I'd stayed with my ex I'd have a beautiful house on half an acre, half way paid off my now.
Is that why people stay together, even if they are miserable? Because they can't afford to leave? I suspect so.
Oh well. I've never done things like everyone else.....my bad.
Will spend all my spare time at work this week looking for another job. Just over six weeks until my last paycheck.