J and I have lived together for a little over a year, but were inseparable for the year prior. He told me last night that he's going to start pursuing  an online two year archivist degree so that his employment opportunities are widened. He doesn't know where he'll need to go after that to get a job. He's always wanted to move up to Michigan and since his daughter and son-in-law and soon to be new grandson will be there, I'm guessing that he'll start looking in that direction. And what about myself, you might ask. Where will I be in two years? I'm guessing that my early government retirement that protrudes from my forehead like the proverbial carrot on the stick is suddenly going to start lengthening like Pinocchio's nose. I don't know that for a fact, but all the talk of reducing government employees by 10%,  raising the age of retirement for social security, reducing the federal deficit by reducing benefits for the people who really need them, doesn't bode well for me. But that's not even the real issue here. After two years of living together, J is looking forward to the beginning of a new life  apparently without much regret over leaving me behind. I'm sorry I pressured him for an answer. I think I would have rather lived in blissful ignorance. So, I guess it's my call from here. I can try to live with the anvil lying on my chest or I can fold. Realistically we're both in survival mode, but I thought we were going to go there as a team.

Can you tell I'm pissy?