Chapter 2: The Little Office Job

Throughout our marriage, Roy referred to my career as my “little office job.”

He had a talent for shrinking things. No matter what I accomplished, he could reduce it to something ordinary and insignificant.

On the drive to my retirement banquet, he glanced at the large sign welcoming guests and scoffed.

“This is a lot of fuss over a desk job.”

I laughed awkwardly.

“It’s a retirement party, Roy.”

He shrugged.

“I’m just saying.”

I should have paid more attention to those words.

The banquet hall was packed. Former coworkers had traveled from different branches across the state. Executives from headquarters attended. Former clients came to wish me well.

Several retired employees returned just for the celebration.

Everywhere I turned, people shared stories.

For the first time in years, I allowed myself to feel proud. Continue Reading ⬇️