I lost everything that ever mattered

My husband and I separated 2 days before my birthday, just as we were scheduled to finally leave this benighted cesspool called Pensacola, Florida. I won't go into details but it's very miserable for me. I'm staying with a roomie and working a crappy temp job to get by.

My little cat Missy is dead. She went with my husband to Europe, and one day he had a terrific idea to take her outside to show her the fireworks. The sounds of the explosions scared her and she ran off. She was missing for over a week, my inlaws searched high and low for her, put missing posters in people's mailboxes and the local newspaper, and she was found. She'd been hit by a car. I fxcking loathe motorists who don't brake for animals.

So here I am, still trapped in what is by far the worst city in America. I am miserable and searching like crazy for an out. I'm hoping I can go back to CCA in Norwell, MA, or go work for my uncle in Marina Del Ray, CA, or best of all reconcile with my husband and leave the country completely. If all those are not going to happen, I'll sell a kidney or something. I'd sell my soul but I can't find it on any anatomical chart. There is no god damn way I'm accepting this as my home.