Resigning from my job
“If you want to stay, you’ll need to quit your job. I’ll pay you, but only what you’re worth,” she finally said. Desperate for a place to live, I reluctantly agreed, not yet grasping the weight of what I had just signed up for. “Good,” my mother-in-law replied, tossing the list to the ground. “Now start making dinner—I’m starving.” With a heavy sigh, I picked up the list, realizing this was just the beginning of her relentless torment.
Resigning From My Job
I cursed myself
Without my job to worry about, I managed to complete her chore list every day. One evening, as I lay in bed, I tried to convince myself, “This isn’t so bad—it’s just like being a stay-at-home mom.” But I had no idea how much worse things were about to get. The very next day, my mother-in-law handed me a list twice as long as before. “I see you’re handling everything easily, so here’s a challenge,” she said with a smirk.
I Cursed Myself
