I’m not ready for a relationship. Clearly. I’m good at organizing things, micromanaging people, and hyper analyzing small details. I am not good at interpersonal relationships. I storm out of my mother’s office, angry at myself more than anything else.

I missed observing the first inspection session with our team on the first series of transformers, so I drive straight back out to the power towers, as Maddie called them. I spend the rest of the day ...