Letter to my cousin…(stupid work stress)

because I am fucking lazy; I have copied a letter to my cousin here instead of writing it as a new post.  I am aware that I am lame.
much love
hey cuz.  hopefully you are asleep.  Here is what is going on in my world.
1.  my mother has gone bankrupt.  her husband can’t find work and they are completely going under.  it is scary.
2.  my work is crazy crazed.
I’m on a goddamned precipice.
I am going to try to explain this quickly–my company (company name redacted) is blackballed here at the place redacted.  I don’t know what in the shit they did, it wasnt me.  A completely different department has pissed them the fuck off and now they have gotten rid of every other company name redacted employee but me.
that’s right, I am alone here.
Now, turns out the “higher ups” want me gone.  they want me gone because the evil stain of the beast (I mean, company name redacted) is upon me.
Ok. So, a high up taps a dude on the shoulder.  The dude has his own company.  The dude wants to hire me so that I can continue doing the work I am doing here, but with the high up approval.
Now, the dude is a nice dude–but we are talking a small company of 2 fucking people.
no health insurance.
So, here’s the question.  Do I want to do this?  Do I want to be brave (again) and chuck it all and live in a paradise?
Do I want to work with the dude and his brother.  making me a third.  The dude stated I had a lot to bring to the table.  See, the dude is nice.
I have had to be brave SO many times in my life.  I mean, like stupid brave.  Moving hither and yon, never finding a home until I got married and even that took a while.
Now I want to uproot again?
I am so on the fence here.
this could either be the best fucking move of my life…or the worst.

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