My husband fired our nanny and forced my injured mother to care for our four children—so I decided to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

constantly.

Come home.

You’re acting childish.

You’re making me look bad.

I ignored most of them.

Instead, I rehired Nina. I fixed the daycare arrangements. I even called Mom’s doctor and put him on speakerphone so she could hear him repeat his instructions clearly.

“No chores. No lifting. No childcare duties. No repetitive use of the injured arm.”

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