Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

things between Betty and me were different.

Cool. Polite. But different.

And I started paying closer attention.

What I noticed was this.

Betty never said thank you.

Not once in 6 months now.

I am not someone who needs constant praise. I am 65 years old. I am past that.

But not once.

I also noticed that Betty had started leaving tasks for me without asking.continue reading …