I almost lost my job because of it

I awoke to the sound of Alaina. Which is impossible now. I was sleeping on my stomach and I heard her meow and I replied with the typical moan to let her know I'm on my bed. Which is what I always did because she would freak out until she heard me. Then I think "Alaina in my room? Impossible. It must be Queenie." But it wasn't. I KNOW Alaina's meow, and that was it. I sat up and looked around. Nothing. I was alone. My door was closed and I was alone. I started to lay back down when I heard it again. I shot up. "Alaina!?" I called. I stood up too quickly and nearly fell over. And she meowed again. She was here! In my room somewhere! Where, where, where? I looked around hectically until I found where it was coming from. Outside my window. Not just 'outside', but on the front porch roof trying to claw her way into my room. I immediately started pushing the screen out to get to her. And in a matter of seconds I had her in my arms and I was hugging her and she was purring and meowing and rubbing her face against mine. Then I freaked out for a second. What the fuck was my cat doing on the fucking roof? I was instantly pissed beyond health. Did someone think they were being funny? What if it had started to storm and she couldn't get down? I carried Alaina down stairs and saw I was home alone. I had no choice but to put her back outside. I pondered a moment then headed back up to my bedroom to lay down again. This time, as soon as I got comfy I heard her meow again. I got up and checked the window and there she was, by my bedroom window ON THE ROOF again. This time I shut the window and ignored her. Really she's desperate to get back inside (and I'm desperate to get her back in there as well) but she's got to learn that that's wrong. John said she can come over to his house when the weather gets too bad in the winter time, but that's the only guarantee I have. 

I could easily spend the night at Johns house, which would have to be spent alone since he doesn't live in that house and his mother would throw a fit. (For future reference, there's THE house and there's John's house. THE house was the one I used to live in that John inherited. Johns house is where he lives and sleeps and of the like). THE house is starting to actually feel like a house somewhat rather than just a club house. John and I have cleaned up a bit and even though the kitchen is still gutted, the living room is great, with the new couch and all. And the we visit the front porch frequently to see if we got mail. (Yes, WE since it would be labeled. Mr. John and Melissa Markiewicz. Which was mostly my doing but John wrote it before I even introduced the idea. Even though we're not sure if we'll even be getting anything because all we did was sign the wedding book at Amanda's wedding.) The bedroom and the living room are finally separate. Even though John and I both have our own things we hate about the bedroom. I think it's too small and he thinks its ugly. But he's got big plans for the house if we were to move into that one. Even though I'm pretty sure we're not. Because his moms all set to put it up for sale once John buys a house. Which is another thing because He's been working a lot lately. You think I'm just saying he's working more than usual. No I mean 12 hour shifts EVERYDAY, mon-sun. And he's taking his co-workers shifts when they offer them up. He hadn't told me this either. I thought it was his normal work schedule but then I figured out it wasn't. He's also officially a supervisor two out of the five week days too. I think he's trying to earn the money needed for a house faster. Even though no matter what we aren't going to move out any sooner since we both agreed to wait til spring so that we don't have to pay for hardcore heat bills. 

And Taylor is another story. I still love him, but is that enough? He says that all I'd have to do is leave John and he would leave his girl and come back to me. But I don't think I could ever leave John. Not even that I would ever want to. The last time I put John second and Taylor first I got hurt, and I said I'd never put him second again. John's never put me second. I can't even see him taking me for granted EVER because of all we've been through. Our history is so intertwined it's silly. It's like a story on it's own. And I don't think I'm ready to give that up. No matter how much it hurts or how it feels like something's missing. Because with John, I at least feel the most complete I have in a while.