I feel sick

Sometimes I like being the only one in the office when Karen is gone and other times I hate it!! I wish that there was at least somebody else that worked here that I could talk to and that could be here if I needed to leave. Karen is not here today, she is sick. So on this day that I can't leave, because I am the only one in the office, I get a call saying that Stephen is in the emergency room! I felt sick to my stomach that 1) there was nothing I could do, 2) I didn't really know what was going on, and 3) I couldn't leave work to find out.
Monica called me an hour ago to ask me if anybody called me and told me about Stephen yet. I was confused, why would anybody call me about Stephen? I told her no, nobody called me. She then began to tell me that either Stephen's hand or his finger was crushed and he was in the emergency room and she was on her way there. She was going to call me when she found out more information. I was shaking! Of course I was imagining the worse possible thing, his hand being all bloody and broken, so that didn't help me. The only thing I could do was sit here at the office and answer the stupid phone. I wanted to scream! I sat patiently trying to calm myself down, waiting for Monica's phone call. It was only a matter of minutes before she called me back, but it seemed like an eternity. I only picked up on the important words when she was talking to me like "Gash" "It didn't hit the bone" "Only going to need stitches". I was so relief that he was going to be ok, that I didn't have anything to say when she put Stephen on the phone for me. He said he was going to call me back when he got out. Then just seconds ago from writing this he called me to let me know that he got eleven stitches on his right pinky finger. He is going to fill me in on the details when I get home. I can't stand just waiting around. I want to go home and be with my husband!

I almost quit my job yesterday. I sat in my swivel chair and stared at my computer screen for a good 10 minutes debating the pros and cons of just walking out. It took everything in me for the rest of the day to be "nice" to Karen. We have one e-mail address for the office. Which means we both use it. I weed out the junk mail and print off the important e-mails and put them on her desk. Now Karen has been having trouble with the billing system that she uses. So she has been having me imputing billing on another system so that when we change over from the old system to the new, there will be a history on the new system and it won't be so confusing. In the attempt to accomplish this she has been trying to get Tiffany (the lady that does the old billing system) to come over and finish imputing last months billing on the old system so that we can get things moving. Karen and Tiffany were coordinating through e-mails when she would be here. I needed to know when she would be here also because I needed to know when I should have billing imputed on the new system. I am telling you these things so that you know that I wasn't snooping around and being sneaky, I was just looking for information. In looking through there e-mails to she when Tiffany was getting here, I saw a couple of sentences where Karen talked about me or rather my religion to Tiffany. She said these exact words "Sarah will be leaving the office someday, she definitely made that clear when she got married. Her heart is in raising kids, and her religion won't allow her to go to school and learn a trade. So, in any event, she is going to be leaving either for kids or for Utah to be with other Mormons."
My heart was beating fast, like when you are in front of a lot of people. My first reaction was to take my copy of the office key off my key chain, place it on my desk, get my things, and walk out the back door without any words. My second one was to confront her about it, then quit. My third was to ignore it and still have a job. I took my third reaction, so I still have a job. Reading it over again doesn't make it seem as bad as when I read it the first time. It still doesn't make it better. I think what hurt the most was that Karen knows, because I have told her, I don't want to go to school because I don't want to. There was never a conversation about "my religion" forbidding me to "go to school and learn a trade". I never blamed my not going to school on being a Mormon. The other thing is that we are not going to Utah! We are going to Idaho! And we might not even be going there! I have no desire to live in Utah to "be with other Mormons". I went to Utah once with my cousin Beth, to visit some friends, and that is enough for me. I don't know how to approach this with her, or if I should at all. Should I just let it go? Or should I let her know the facts? I can't decide.