I had two kids at home, one of whom was just six months old and I was still breastfeeding. My job involved a commute of around 45 minutes each way but often it was more than an hour if the traffic was bad.
I was new to the company and I was trying to prove myself. I was determined to show that I could mix it up with my coworkers and that I was committed to my job but they were almost all men and very few of them had families. Nobody else seemed to care about getting home in time for dinner or to see their partners or kids or take their dogs to the park.
Paranoid that I would be seen as a slacker if I left on time, I developed a way to avoid the Walk Of Shame that so many women do when they leave the office before their co-workers to pick up their kids, take care of aging parents, go to the gym for their mental health or any of the other things that would fall into the “having a life” category.