During Christmas dinner, my nephew pushed my plate over and said, « Mommy says you’re supposed to serve, not eat. » Everyone laughed. I quietly grabbed my coat and left. That evening, Mommy texted, « Stay away. » I replied, « Sure—and the payments too. » By midnight, their phones were exploding with rage.
Every holiday was the same. I’d show up, cook, set the table, clean up, smile, nod, and sit wherever they told me. Like a maid they didn’t have to pay. They never said it out loud, but it was evident in the way they moved around me. I wasn’t family; I was an employee. It … Lire plus