Chapter 1: The Retirement Party
At sixty-four years old, I thought the hardest part of my retirement party would be keeping my emotions under control.
I was wrong.
The real challenge came when my husband decided that the evening celebrating my career would be the perfect time to destroy it.
I had spent thirty-five years working for the same national insurance company.
My title was Senior Operations Coordinator. It was not flashy. I never had a corner office or a reserved parking spot.
But when a claim got tangled in red tape, when a branch office faced a crisis, or when a confused client needed answers, people called me.
I knew how to solve problems.
More importantly, I knew how to explain complicated things without making people feel embarrassed for asking questions.
That skill mattered to me.
Unfortunately, it never seemed to matter much to my husband, Roy. Continue Reading ⬇️
