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When I stepped into the kitchen, it felt like I was a soldier on a battlefield I didn't belong in one damn bit...one of those grand, pristine historical sites where everyone else around me seemed to know exactly what they were doing, while I was clearly the odd one out who'd wandered in through the wrong door.
It was absurd, honestly, and I was completely aware of just how absurd it was. I had faced down furious alphas who could silence a room with just a glance. I had navigated office politics that could rival a primetime reality show in drama. I had endured emotional meltdowns...my own and those of others, some of which existed in that murky middle ground, with only a minor loss of dignity and the occasional stress-induced snack binge.
