I’m done. The frustration and anger in my heart were almost palpable as I threw my phone the few inches from my hand to my table, thrust my body weight into the back of my chair, and rolled my eyes so hard I could have seen my brain. I. Am. So. Done.
It was nearing the end of a long day, in a long week, in what has been a long 2020, when I received a text that something I’d…