Stress on top of stress and... relief?

Wow, I just realized it's been two weeks since I've posted!  I'm in mid-term mode, and it's ugly.  Very ugly.  I'm already behind about six chapters of reading due to all the papers I've been doing.  It's insane.

To boot, today is my 16th anniversary.  Good news, right?  Yeah, not so much.  He and I have had issues most of our marriage, and last night we had "The Talk," and it's sounding like we both give up.  I know I've had about all I can take, that's for sure.  And though I'm melancholy about it, I'm not as sad as one would think.  I really REALLY need to have less stress in my life, and being with him seems to cause me more than my fair share.

I have to say, though, I had a good session with Heather the other day.  This was in the midst of some of the crap I'm talking about, and by then I had sent the spousal unit a pretty scathing letter a few days prior, outlining the things I couldn't tolerate about his behavior anymore.  It wasn't nice, but it was honest.  I thought she was going to shake her head at me and tsk tsk, but she actually commended me and directed my attention to the fact that, instead of turning to food during this stressful time, I've been working out harder and longer, I vented in the letter, and I've been doing things to get it out rather than shoving it in.

So... I don't know where things go from here.  I'm a full-time student with no income, and I guess I need to figure something out.  The ironic thing is that a staffing agency I had been working with prior to going to school full-time called me out of the blue yesterday morning (before "The Talk") and wanted to see if they could present me for a position.  I told her that I'm still in school full-time, but we figured that since my last day is December 16 and it's nearly November, the hiring process can take a few weeks, and employers typically expect somebody to put in two weeks' notice, it may just work out.  I said, eh, what the hell?  Maybe it was an omen or a hint of things to come.