He shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe put in a bit more effort. It’s not like you don’t have time.”
That was his new favorite line. Not like you don’t have time. As if my workday and commute weren’t as draining as his. But the final straw came one Friday night.
Chad stood beside her, arms crossed, with a smug grin. “April, meet Sara. She’s here to teach you how to clean and cook the right way.”
I blinked, trying to process it. “Teach me?”
Chad sighed, like I was a slow learner. “Yeah, honey. I’ve been patient, but you’re not getting it. Jamie suggested hiring someone to help you step up. So, here we are.”
Sara glanced at me, then at Chad, and back at me. “I usually just… clean houses,” she said quietly, almost apologetic. “He offered me double to show you how.”Continue reading…