I am unapologetic
It was just a normal early hour at the airport lounge, while I hustled to make my way through the crowded lounge and found a place to be seated. I was just trying to grab some breakfast before boarding a flight. While I was waiting for my food to arrive, I bumped into an old acquaintance. He asked me if I was still living out of my suitcase (which is true), and then he asked me if my family had disowned me over my travel schedule. I told him no to both questions, because they're not really relevant to the conversation at hand. He then followed up with something that made me feel uncomfortable: "So tell me how you manage to travel so much? Who takes care of your child while you're away?" I didn't want to answer this question either--it seemed like an invasion of privacy--so instead I smiled politely and ignored it entirely. But then he kept going! "Is your husband ok with all these trips?" he asked again. I am a woman; I am a mother and I am so t