Doesn't Ever Leave The Airport

So Michael and I finally get a vacation for the first time in a year. Life seems good. His job is going great, everyone is healthy, my job was about to get better... and then the mighty widget decided to rear its ugly head.
Bankruptcy. Chapter 11.
Now, for the third time I am faced with the possibility of being furloughed.
My parents tell me that I shouldn't worry. "When one door closes another one opens," "God only puts on you what He thinks you can bear...", "You should take this opportunity to go out and do what you REALLY want to do..."
Bullshit.
HELLO! Do you think I would have done this job for six fucking years if it wasn't what I REALLY wanted to do?!!!
I swear to God, sometimes I want to crawl through the phone line and eat their faces off.
Meanwhile, lets not forget that they've benefited from this so-called "starter job" for the last half decade as well. My dad's out their using his free flying at least once a month, does he really think that will continue if I change careers. "Hey, your daughter doesn't work here anymore, but we like you, so sure, hop on our airplane and fly wherever you want to, oh and hey, don't pay us!"
Life really does suck sometimes.