We went to the family dinner.
They brought everyone’s food. Except Charlotte’s.
She reached her breaking point right as my boss was seated at the table next to us.
My fucking boss, guys. I’m not even kidding. My. Boss. Have I mentioned how shaky things are for me at work lately? They are. This is not the time I need to be sitting next to my boss.
Charlotte melted down. Like epic meltdown. Hyperventilating, kicking, beating her head into me, screaming herself hoarse…
It sucked. I mean, I got her outside FAST so boss didn’t see the worst of it, but still…
My boss. My fucking boss.
We are never leaving the house again.
WHY DID I NOT LISTEN TO MYSELF????? WHY???????????????