dog house

i am in the dog house. i told my fiance tonight about my last day of work being this friday. he told me after some silence that he will support me in my decision, and i told him, i just couldn't work for her anymore. he asked me if i heard from the other place, and i said no. and that was the last word he has said to me all night. now he is in the bedroom, and i just can't be in the same room as him. it just hurts too much. i think i will be sleeping in the extra room tonight. my choice. i'm sure eventually he will want me to come in, but i'm not going to. i have 15 days to find a new job. that's when they will do the employment check on us. i just don't know what to do. i really think i have this new job, i just don't have a start date. i hate that this is moving so slowly! it's not even a full time job. it's a temp to possibly hire if she gets her way job. i hate that we have to work to survive. i am so miserable right now. i've hurt my fiance. he probably wants to back out of the house, which hurts even more. i hate my job. i feel like a loser. i'm probably going to end up working in some retail store with a bunch of teens who will drive me crazy. and i won't even be making probably 8 an hour, which would mean i would have to get two jobs, and that might, might get me close to what i work now. i feel so low right now. so ... oh there's a word. i just can't think of it. but it's not a happy word. i'm almost 30 and i feel like i've gone no where with my life. except to colorado, and it even sucks here. the only thing holding me together is my fiance, but right now, i don't even have that! i am the worst person in the world.