That’s all we can do.
February 16, 2018 will be my last day at the job I currently hold. I’m losing my job with hopes that there are better opportunities for Emily and I elsewhere. There are currently no job offers on the table for me, and with so much resentment seeded in the ground of Bloomsburg, PA, I see no reason for us to even try to stay. The day everything became official, three days ago, I kind of dealt with all stages of grief at once, ultimately settling on acceptance.
What comes next for us will remain to be seen, but its apparent that the curtains are closing on this stage in our lives, and Bloomsburg will be left behind. The air was never clean here, the atmosphere was never welcoming, and the future did not recognize this town. Above all else, I feel oddly sad for those we’re leaving, including, to a degree, Emily’s father and step-mother, who I realized are meant to live and die here, with no prospects of happiness, so long as they’re together and Jen (the wicked step-mother) remains a toxic force.
No matter where we end, our burdens will be carried from here.
On Christmas, Emily called her father to let him know that she couldn’t bring herself to go to his holiday get-together, as she felt nothing but anxiety and depression when she enters their house or even sees Jen. His reaction was, well, surprising, in that he eviscerated my existence, calling me a pedophile, her undoing, and how I’m brainwashing her. He said all of this with Emily’s mother and sister in the same room, both of whom were able to hear him calmly tear me apart and break Emily’s already weak heart. In the end she hung up on him.
On Christmas, despite this, Emily’s sister went to her father’s get-together, and even stayed late and refused to acknowledge her mother when she returned. A few days later, he called Emily’s mother and said she hung up on him and he felt she was trying to cut him out of her life.
Despite this, I feel sad for him. Even in my hatred, I feel so sad to know that he doesn’t understand what’s going on. Jen reads this blog, so to her, all I want to say is: Your sadness will always be with you. Your hatred will always drive you. Your anger will always poison your life. I feel so sorry for you.
I won’t miss this town or the people in it, I just wish the best for most of them, and for others, I hope they can escape.