"You have to know when to quit!"

"You have to know when to quit." Uncle told me only a couple of hours after I actually quit something in front of him.

"I did quit!" I yelled (in a nice way, of course, he's everyone's uncle anyway, hahaha) just to make sure he remembered what had happened earlier.

"Yes, I know, and I'm very happy you did that finally!" He seemed so relieve.

Watching the odd conversation between me and uncle, Y smiled and said nothing.

Here's the thing.. After 6 months, I finally quit from this uncertain situation. I wanted them to know that I deserve something much better and I wouldn't let my self being used like this anymore. I did it in the name of professionalism and integrity, and though it seems a little bit too late, I'm proud of it.

Thanks to Y, the one who had foreseen it since the very beginning, who spilled every single nasty thing about it and who woke me up from this awful condition, the one who wanted to bite me (literally) because I was too stubborn, hahahaha.