i agree that job your parents have lined up for you sounds horrible. i'm sorry the impression you give of your parents . . . you could write a book, i'm telling ya.
i had great jobs that i didn't mind in college except for one summer. i worked as a cashier in a grocery store. it was terrible. i developed a dent in my leg that took a year to go away. i could not memorize look up numbers for veggies. it was a bad job.
just kind of fyi, so that you don't get too nervous about resume building and all that, you need zero experience for a pr job down here. my friend, the guy i talk about going clubbing with and stuff from raleigh, majored in english and does pr for mellon or some company. he used to work for price waterhouse etc i can't remember the whole name. he was a manager for the grocery store where i got the dent.
"Second, J doesn' thave the money to move unless I foot the bill which will just make my father that much more angry because he doesn't like me to pay for anything in a realtionship."
screw your dad's antiquated 1950's thinking. i'm sorry, but i'm like where the hell did these people grow up -- they sound like they are trying to raise a debutante in alabama on minimal funds! when the hubby and i started out, well really throughout everything, we've split things, when i had more money i paid, when he had more money he paid. this is fair. and egalitarian. and it works well for us. whenever someone is paying more than the other, in our relationship, there is a tendency for a case of the "too big for your britches-ness" -- and really as much as we fight and as big as our egos can be, there is never a need for more too big for your britchesness
can you live by yourself? like can you somehow swing that? it's so great. if not, it might be really cool if you and j can say fuck these people and move in together. for a carefree pixie you sure do think through things a lot.

which is nice, it's nice that you think of these other folks, but you are not living for these other folks. i'd say fuck em and get on down the road.
"I guess I'm back to living with my father and hoping I can manage to stay sane and not get hurt: because the stuff that happened when I went home for spring break was pretty unacceptable. He pretty much threatened J - because I pointed out that he was controlling and abusive and that's why I didn't come home more often or at all."
no way jose, do not go back to that shit, abusive is unacceptable. period. fuck it and stay out.
mark, are you going to be a cpa? my mom has an accounting degree on top of french, she hated it and stopped after about a few years. if you're not a certified public accountant, you do not make much money in accounting. i can't remember what you said your major is, but the ex has a finance degree, he is a financial advisor -- corporate finance, he makes a lot of money. i was with him while he was conflicted over that. we broke up shortly after he ceased to be conflicted.