Well...it felt GREAT to be home for a week. I got to spend some time with my lady, got to see most of my friends, and got to "talk" a lot of things out, which was fantastic. I also saw my old boss who offered me a very enticing package to come back...so that was awesome. Now on my first day back my Dad sits me down in his office and drops the bomb...."Can you continue to give 100% to being here? Or are you really unhappy?" I knew it was only a matter of time before he could see right through my "happy" front that I've been putting on for a couple months. I gave him my honest answer, which took about 7 hours. In short, I told him that I am indeed unhappy and that I want to go home, however, I refuse to bail out leave him twisting in the wind. I think when I told him that, he realized that this franchise just isn't going to work. He admitted to not having his heart completely in it as well, as my brother did a few minutes later. Sadly this revelation, while necessary, is heartbreaking since my Dad had such high hopes and the spirit of it was so well-intentioned.
So now I guess I feel better personally, since it's all out on the table now. However, my heart breaks for my Dad. I'm not sure he'll ever really recover from the disasterous last year and a half.