I am sick of being the long distance girlfriend or fiancé and I want you home. If coming back to the city to marry me and live out our lives HERE is ...ot in your plans, just tell me now so we can end this amicably. I never want to be your enemy, but I can't live like this anymore and you should know that there is no way I'll move over there. New York is my home and the plans for the rest of my life are laid out here. I think I can parlay a partnership at WSGG and I've made that my goal. I love. So we were at a Wendy's in Easton, Pennsylvania and I had no idea what to do next.Sheila was gleefully sending a text message. Presumably it was about the engagement, and I had a sneaking suspicion who was receiving it. Once that was done, she looked up and saw me staring. She winked and jerked her head at the door.As we headed for the car, I asked, where she wanted to go next. That stopped her—for about five seconds. She asked about the distance to Union. This confirmed my suspicion that she. After the long walk back home, she poured a glass of wine and sat down to watch TV. How the hell would she ever pay her rent and pay all her credit card debt from just one job? If the factory didn't reopen soon, she was screwed, and knew it. Well, her night job pumping gas didn't start for another 10 hours--plenty of time to get drunk and sleep it off.One of the few luxuries she indulged in was cable TV. Flipping channels, she stopped when she saw something on one of the uncensored. Nah, never mind. He clicked the radio off, trying again to concentrate on the road. He had been living and working on the West Texas plains for nearly three years. His family had wanted him to go to college, make something of himself, but Jack hadn't really been interested. I didn't do that great in school, he had explained at the time. I don't want to keep going to class. I want to get out and see the world.Pretty lousy place I ended up in, he sighed, looking around.There's nothing to do out.