After My Live-In Nanny Abused My Son
Language: en
When my live-in nanny asked if her grandson could move in with us, I felt bad for her and agreed. I even bumped her pay by five hundred dollars a month. At first, things went well. She was quick with her chores, and the two boys had each other for company. Gradually, though, things took a sour turn. With the grocery money I provided daily, she bought exclusively what her grandson liked. When I bought expensive organic cherries, she picked through the bowl and handed the biggest, plumpest ones to her own grandson first. She even coached my son to pester me: "Your mom has money anyway. Make…