Quit My Job

Alrighty-tighty.  So I had this great job in a law office for about a year-and-a-half.  It was fun-ish.  I liked it, but I was not a good mom anymore, and I was overwhelmed at work (because they had me performing two full-time jobs), and my boss was unkind.  I started to wonder why, when I would never tolerate abuse in my personal life, I allowed it from my boss.  What makes us think that just because someone is employing us, or paying us (in my case a whopping $10 an hour when I have a frickin' bachelor degree), that we have to allow them to treat us badly?  I understand that as adults, sometimes it is just our job in life to find out exactly how much misery life can shovel onto us before we lose it.  We discover that we are surprisingly able to handle a whole lot more than we thought we ever could.

On the other hand, when we have the power to put a stop to a certain amount of that misery, why do we continue to take it?  That's what happened to me. I had stayed in the job for quite some time because I felt an obligation to my boss who had been very good to me on a couple of occasions. I came to the realization that just because he had been good to me on an occasion or two did not mean that I am indebted to him forever, and that my family was more important to me than his business. I realized that just because I was grateful to him for the things he had done for me, didn't mean he was grateful to me for the things I had done for him.  In the end, I decided to end an abusive relationship in order to strengthen a relationship that meant more to me.  In some ways, I felt like I was giving up.  Like I was letting him win.  On the other hand, I get to be with my family and spend time with my children.

Yeah, I totally win!