You're all so supportive. Thank you so much. I feel so up in the air. I'm afraid - I'm the only breadwinner in this family. I can't believe I have to go back to that place tomorrow! I don't know what to expect. I'm terrified. The union hasn't contacted me yet. I am taking my clonazepam every 4 hours for the first time in a decade. I just want to feel safe. My mom says we can move in with her. We would have to move back across the country, and my husband and my mom don't get along so well, but it might be the best thing right now. I am so afraid. I hate that this has happened. I would love to take responsibility for my mistakes, except these aren't my mistakes. Except for one, they are made up or out of context. I don't know what is going to happen. I don't handle conflict well at all. I have a lot of pride, apparently, and hate being patronized. My anxiety sometimes prevents me from being coherent when I am upset. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to go to work tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after until the end of June.