Jenna & Brandon — Betrayal at the Port
I resumed part-time payroll work from home with a local construction company that trusted me to set my own hours.
It wasn’t glamorous.
Every completed spreadsheet felt like a brick in a foundation.
Brandon did not like that I was working again.
“I can provide,” he told me during a visit.
“You were supposed to provide before.”
“You keep throwing that in my face.”
“I’m trying to make sure I can cover groceries regardless of your mood.”