Interviews went nowhere.
Meanwhile, the bills kept arriving.
I still remember the stacks of envelopes on our kitchen counter and the way my stomach tightened whenever I checked our bank account.
We had two children.
A mortgage.
Utilities.
Groceries.
Insurance.
There was no way my salary alone could comfortably cover everything.
Eventually, Leo and I made a decision together.
Since childcare was expensive and he was still searching for work, he would remain home with the children while I increased my hours.
And I did.
Fifty hours became sixty.
Sometimes
