What’s Left Over

At work, you're the steady one. The client who calls at 5 PM with a fire, you handle it. The meeting that goes sideways, you keep your voice level.

Then you get home. Your partner asks where to order from tonight. A completely normal question. And something inside you snaps.

You're not responding to the question. You're responding to the whole day. Your home isn't getting your worst. It's getting your leftovers.