When Enough is Enough

So I've been feeling pretty crappy since Thanksgiving. Why? Well, the glimmer of hope I had about the man and I progressing was shattered. I know to some that might sound dramatic, but I have this pit in my stomach feeling that was the first, last, and only shot I had to meeting those parents. The worst part is-I didn't even get a say in not going. I freakin' volunteered to drive to the boonies of upper Jersey so he could study more just to meet these people who, according to him, are not accepting of anyone other than their own kind, Asian.

I feel like I took three steps forward when he asked if I would go and now with this, twenty steps back. So, do I stick it out even with all these feelings running through me. On one hand I feel like I have put in so much in the past four years and I'm not asking for the world. On the other hand I try to think maybe, just maybe, it will happen and I just need to wait it out. (Although I think the second is just wishful thinking and hoping it will all work out.)

But when is enough exactly enough?