My Coworkers T.e.as.ed Me for Eating Lunch with the Lonely Janitor Every Day for 11 Years – At His F.u.ner.al, His [email protected] Pulled Me Aside and Said, ‘Mr. Wilson Left This for You’

hurt.

By lunchtime, my stomach had twisted itself into knots.

And when the break room doors swung open, I stepped straight into a wall of sound.

Groups had already settled in. Laughter, private jokes, people leaning over tables as if they had known one another forever.

I stood there clutching my lunch bag like a child on her first day at a new school, continue reading …