Mutha Magazine May 2026

And I snapped. Not because he asked. But because in that moment, I realized he had the luxury of asking. He was a user logging into the system. I was the system.

I didn’t know I was signing up for a middle-management job where I’m the CEO, the janitor, the cruise director, and the emotional support animal. mutha magazine

Last Tuesday, at 6:47 AM, I realized my brain had become a server room. And I snapped