“My Wife Handles the Paperwork, I Handle the Assets,” He Told the Contractor. He Never Read What He’d Signed
Not because anything changed in me, but because I stopped spending half my energy managing his ego and poured the whole of it into the drawings.
The expansion on my desk this morning is real; there’s a second office, a bigger team, a commission I would not have had the nerve to pursue two years ago.
It turns out that carrying a grown man and his mother on your back is a full-time job, and when you set the load down, you discover you can suddenly run.
I don’t say that with bitterness anymore.