Well, sorta big announcement.
Me and Stephen have parted ways. I've ended the engagement. And it's due to my new job. He would not at all see what I was meaning when I had explained to him this:
"I have a new job, it's a job that has good pay ($8.65 per hour), great hours, (32 hours per week, just 8 hours shy of fulltime); wonderful benefits (even though it's parttime, I get FULL benefits; medical, dental, life insurance, planned retirement), and it'd make more sense if you could move down to South Carolina so I could keep my job."
He wouldn't budge a freaking inch! He kept telling me how I could just get as great a job up there, in CT. How I'd be more then likely to get a wonderful job, with full benefits and all such nonsense up there. I told him, more then likely if I suddenly quit my job after not even 6 months and moved up to Connecticut, I'd have a really bad blotch mark on my resume. It would hurt rather then help. Also, he's done NOTHING in the way of trying to either get a job for himself, or go to college so he can get a better job.
I've been on him about for near onto 4 months now. He's not done ANYTHING. My mother has said this about what was going on pertaining to that:
"Love is great and all, but love dosn't heat the house or pay the bills."
And sadly, I started to agree with her, after we had had our upteenth arguement about moving. -_-; After about a month of arguing about various things, I finally started the before-mentioned job. I adore my job, and I do not want to give it up.
Even if I worked part-time my entire time there; I can retire in as little as 12 years.
12 years.
I'd retire, full benefits before I was 35 years old.
Yes, I'm going to give up that job to move up to Connecticut. I don't even think Junior Gorg would give up something that awesome and fulfilling. He'd see he'd have to stay with it to get it.
Also, 2 weeks before the actual first day on the job, I'd started to become friends with a fellow co-worker, Robert. He's nice, funny; and he enjoys a lot of things that I do. He was actually going to ask me out on a date the first time we met, until I had made some comment/question around the lines of "can you include your fiances on your insurance?" He realized I was "taken" and didn't go any further.
Well, Robert and I are officially going out, marriage between me and Stephen is not happening; and I have a boyfriend who finally has a stable job (same exact job as me, but fulltime), and actually loves me for who I am, and what I believe in.
Last plus to it: He lives only 15 minutes away from my house; not 15 hours away, and he dosn't plan to move anytime in the near future! =D
Edit: Plus plus - Robert is what I call a "relaxed catholic", and I'm what I call a "relaxed christian". We both basically have the same religious beliefs. Stephen was atheist, and to be honest I didn't really believe in what he believed in (or didn't believe for that matter), I just kinda....ignored it for the most part. And I didn't like it one bit.
And my parents adore Robert. For the two-or-so weeks Stephen was here; my parents grew to hate him. One ten minute meeting with Robert and they really like him. So, first impression has really got them happy.