My daughter, Lily, was just one month old when I hired Ms. Jenkins, a live-in nanny.
As CEO of my own tech startup, I needed help, and she came highly recommended.
But from the moment she arrived, she started subtly undermining me.
She criticized my career, told me "a mother's place is with her child," and openly suggested her daughter would be a better wife for my husband, Mark.
I tried to set boundaries, but her manipulative behavior escalated, culminating in her attempting to "ward off evil spirits" by shaking my baby with a pair of sharp scissors.
I immediately fired her.
But then, Ms. Jenkins put on a masterful show of emotional blackmail, pleading with Mark that she had nowhere to go.
Mark, ever the soft touch, sided with her, portraying me as heartless for wanting rid of a woman who had just endangered our child.
He guilttripped me, leveraging my privileged background against his own humble roots, twisting my compassion into a weakness.
Trapped, and to my eternal regret, I gave her one more week.