Our household had been facing rising medical and insurance expenses, and my husband Jake’s employer had recently changed its coverage.
I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
When I gave Dale my two weeks’ notice, he barely looked at me.
“You’re leaving for the co-op?”
“Yes. The insurance will really help my children.”
He set my resignation letter aside.
Then he stopped speaking to me.
For the next two weeks, he walked past me without acknowledging my presence.
On my final day, I left a detailed binder containing supplier contacts, inventory information, and everything my replacement would need.
I said goodbye to my coworkers.
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