I Hate Tuesdays

OK, so here's the whole story:

Found out that I was going to lose my temp job at the bank. I kinda figured it was inevitable, considering that the bank is laying off people left and right, and who's easier to terminate than a temp? But it still stings, and since I've gotten so close to Work Husband, it bothers me more than I like to admit. He was sweet, though - when I told him we were getting a divorce, he told me that it was only a separation. Can you see why I'll miss him so?

Cut to later: I was in bed, it was about 10:45 or so. I figured I probably wouldn't be hearing from the boy, since we had talked every day over the weekend and we tend to take a break after such marathon phone calls. But, the phone rings, and I rush to answer it. He's telling me about his day and his future plans, and mentioned a dinner with some girl. I irrationally get jealous and just lay into him with such scorn and anger that it almost took me aback, too. He sounded so hurt and just said, "Talk tomorrow?" I told him that I wanted a break from him and just hung up the phone.

Today, under clearer light (and a sweet email he had sent that I didn't receive until I got to work), I realized that I don't want a break from him, and that I sounded so cruel. I sent him an email in apology. I haven't heard back. I don't know if I should call him tonight to try to explain. (I haven't told him I lost my job.) I don't want this to linger on. But I'm afraid to call. One, he might be really angry with me, and rightfully so, and two, I'm not sure I could take it if he doesn't answer his phone.

So, to recap: No job, possibly no boy.

I hate Tuesdays.