It's a little bit funny...

So on Thursday Josh got a call from his mom, telling him his grandmother had Alzeimers, and that it was pretty advanced. They suggested a home health nurse, or a nursing home. But his grandmother is a very independent, and proud woman so she refused. They asked Josh to move back to Florida and come stay with her. Being that he is an amazing man, he of course said he would and that he'd leave as soon as possible. So this brings us to Thursday night when I get home from work, and am in the process of trying to hurry and change to go to a going away party for another friend. Josh stops me and does the whole "We need to talk" bit. I stop and sit down, fairly concerned, and he tells me he has to go home. I'm okay with this, expecting a couple weeks to prepare, and slowly move my stuff back out. (considering there is no possible way I could go with him) ((fucking Air Force.)) He then drops the worst of it. That he is leaving tomorrow, (friday) giving me less than 24 hours to get my things and say goodbye to the first man I have ever genuinely loved like this. Mind you I had to work friday...

So I spend the rest of the night completely in tears, and am a total bitch at work the next morning. My boss pulls it out of me again, bringing me to tears again, and tells me to go home at 10:30. Which was awesome.
But the story still ends with me packing up what had become our room, into a rental truck in 45 min, and kissing him goodbye in an Exxon parking lot.

So this weekend sucks.

BTW--No, we didn't break up, its a 12 hour distance, but were going to try to make it work.