I Left a “Good Man” When I Realized I Was His Life Manager

supposed to be unpaid labor for one person.”

On signing day, Mike and I sat across from each other in a bland office that smelled like old carpet and stale coffee.

No brand names. No drama. Just paperwork and the hum of fluorescent lights.

Mike looked older. Tired. Like he’d been living in discomfort long enough to finally develop empathy.

When it was continue reading …