He's not really leaving me, he's just going away for awhile. Jeff got a new job. It's some construction job and they go out of town and sometimes even out of state. They put some kind of carbon fiber substance on freeway overpasses and tall concrete buildings to keep the concrete from cracking. *shrugs* He'll be getting paid $10 bucks an hour plus a $20 dollar allowance a day for food and stuff and they pay for the hotel they'll be staying in. Plus 17 cents per mile they travel. The part that sucks is that he works five days a week and doesn't get to come home until Friday night. Then he's home for the weekend. This is going to be hard. Very hard. His words last night were "We'll manage, baby. But I'm going to miss you so much." I wanted to cry. He also said that he doesn't want me to leave him because of this. He said he never wants to and never will lose me and that he'll never leave me. No matter how complicated this job gets. In a way, this is a good thing. I'll actually be able to get stuff done during the school week. Like laundry and homework and studying. I can't fail this semester. I barely passed the last one. I'll get some sleep during the week and I'll want to pick up more hours at work. We'll talk on the phone every night and he promised this. Hopefully this will work out the way we want it to. But he'll be making twice as much money as he was when he was working at Target. $400-$600 bucks every week as apposed to $400 every two weeks. He said my graduation/birthday gift is going to be a big one. He'll be able to afford rent on his own and completely rebuild the tranny in his truck so he won't run into anymore problems. This is going to be good for him. I just hope it doesn't ruin our relationship. He said that if it got to where this job is putting our relationship in jeopardy then he’ll quit. He said he cannot lose me. Especially not over some stupid job. Hopefully this will all work out. I want him to do what he wants to do. Whatever makes him happy. I’m happy if he’s happy. My mom and I are fighting. Again. All because I asked her if I could borrow some money for gas until today. Then she went on about how I don’t spend my money wisely and that I always pay Jeff’s way through the week. Whatever. I’m tired of her bullshit. Yeah, she’s in pain and all but goddamn. That doesn’t mean she can just sit on her ass and dictate everything that goes on around the house. She especially doesn’t have the right to tell me how to live my life. I’m tired of it. I pissed her off though because Wednesday Jeff and I cyphoned the gas out of his truck since his truck is no longer drivable and that gave me a full tank. In fact, I think I’m still on a full tank. That really pissed her off. I showed her that I don’t need her money to get by. It was great. With Jeff getting this new job, I’ll definitely be spending more time at home. I’ll actually get to see my dad. I haven’t seen my dad since Tuesday. That’s sad. I love my dad to death. And I can pull in more hours at work. More hours, more money. Am I right? So Jeff pitched an idea to me yesterday. Since I want to work with cars yet I get extremely impatient when things don’t go my way while I’m working on it, I could become a manager over a shop. See, I’m smart with diagnosing the problem. I’m not good at actually fixing the problem. I could boss people around and still do separate side jobs and work on my car and build my own race car. I think it’s a damn good idea. Or open up my own shop and be my own manager. I’ll have to think about this for a while. I think this entry is long enough.