How I Killed My Inner Girlboss, Part 1
Part one of I don't know how many parts. This is a story I needed to tell.
In January of 2017, I was not okay.
I had turned 23 at the end of December, and shortly before that, just a week before Christmas, I found out in a very unpleasant way that my boyfriend of over 2 years had been cheating on me for months. This was devastating at the time. Now it just seems like the inevitable conclusion of that relationship. Anyway. January.
My newly minted ex and I were still living together, at least until April when our lease was up. I was working 4 days a week at a local bakery, making the most delicious breakfast sandwiches in the world. It was the dead of winter, and I was at work by 5:45 AM most days. The job was grueling, but the people were kind and magical, and when this tragedy struck, it offered a reprieve from my thoughts.
