The Babysitter Incident I Shouldn’t Have Ignored
Earlier that year, Mike and I decided to work on our marriage. We’d been drifting, so we scheduled weekly date nights to reconnect.
A coworker of Mike’s recommended a college-aged babysitter named Megan.
At first, everything seemed fine. Simon liked her. We enjoyed getting out of the house again.
Then one evening, Mike told me we needed to let her go.
“She makes me uncomfortable,” he said. “When we’re alone, she says things.”
“What kind of things?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Compliments. About my suit, my cologne. Nothing extreme, but… weird.”
At the time, I felt oddly reassured. He’d come to me. He’d been honest. It felt like proof that we were still a team.
So we fired her.
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