Have I told you lately that I love you?

No, I sure haven't!

So much has happened in so little time. I will try to give you the readers digest condensed version:

So I left for Port St. Lucie April 13th. Casey and I resolved our stuff and are still together despite the things that were said. We talked them out, misunderstandings, reactions from fear and such. and we decided to try to stay together as I left for six months.

This is a good opportunity. right? I haven't felt good about it since the day they called to tell me I got it. But I left. and the anxiety built and built. I have hated every day here. I don't want to go to work, I don't want to be here. I do the trapeze whenever I can and I adore it but...

My first Thursday here the costumere attacked Jessie, physically, he threw her into a mirror and she ended up on top of a counter. She kicked him I lunged at him and grabbed his arm trying to pull him off of her. Long story short we got away (we're faster) and he was out of the village in an hour.

So after a week, I thought, it is still too early to leave. By the second Tuesday here, I was over it. I spent some time in the quiet of my room, inside my own mind and made a decision to give two weeks notice. Ever since I did I feel like a burden is GONE. I have no stress. I feel like this is right even if it doesn't seem logical. So I am coming home, date undetermined because I want to help them out until they hire someone new.

More details later...