Of Horrible Weeks

This week has been completely horrible.
With everything that has been going on with Jonathen, I didn't think things could get worse.
I was wrong.
Today at work, Nina (the head boss-lady) called Arthur (my supervisor) and me into her office.
As I sat in her office, she began looking at me very intensely (not that it's really unusual for Nina).

She said it had been brought to her attention that I'd been cutting myself.
My first thought? Fuck.
Then Arthur said, "Just to clarify, she doesn't mean on accident."
I replied, "I know."
"I know she knows what I mean, I can see it in her eyes," Nina said.

I managed to convince them that I wasn't doing anything at work (a complete lie) and that I was okay.
Now, I have to wonder....who told Nina?
She didn't really give a damn about what happened to me. She said she had to think about what was best for the company.

After I left her office, the first person I looked for was Jonathen.
I found him walking down an aisle toward me.

Me: Jonathen!
(He looks up)
Me: I need to ask you something.
Jonathen: What?
Me: I need to ask you something.
Jonathen: Okay. What?
Me: (now standing in front of him, looking up at him) Did you say something to Nina?
Jonathen: What?
Me: Did. You. Say. Something. To. Nina?
Jonathen: No. Of course not. Tell me what happened.
(I tell him the story)
Jonathen: No. I didn't say anything. All I said to Arthur was that I was scared when you weren't here yesterday. I promise. That's all I said.
Me: Well, someone went to Nina, and I want to know who it was.

So...needless to say, work was terrible for the last two hours.
Then, I got home and Dustin was pissed at me for some reason.
He thought I'd abandoned him, but all I've been doing is trying to sort things out in my head.
We've straightened everything out now, but it was crazy there for awhile.
What else can happen, dare I ask?