Hating the Boss

by Kristen Granata

My mom says that’s how you know something’s wrong: You start downplaying your unhappiness and comparing it to domestic abuse.

“Today is a new day. It’s the first day of the rest of my life.”

I might not know why I’m here, but I know one thing for certain: I’ll stay here and hold her for as long as she needs me to.

I wanted him before I hated him, and even then, a part of me still wanted him.