The Life I Was Barely Holding Together
I work as an administrative assistant at a small insurance office.
The kind of place where people forget your name but somehow remember every tiny thing you didn’t do.
My days are an endless loop:
- Phone calls that never stop.
- Appointments that overlap no matter how careful you are.
- Agents arguing like it’s their hobby.
- And me, pretending I can’t hear it.
I count down minutes until I can rush home.
Because home isn’t “rest.”
Home is my second shift.
My kids are five and seven.
Old enough to be hilarious and sweet… and young enough to drain every ounce of energy you have while doing it.
My ex-husband walked out two years ago.
Right after our youngest turned three.
