The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare

eek, I was settling into a beautiful, spacious one-bedroom apartment in a secure building just off campu

ever, was s

er the phone. "You need to focus on your classes, not on

stent. A few days later, she

ery experienced and reliable. She has a daughter in college who got into some

e irony wasn' t lost on me, but I felt a p

ith a weary face and hands that were rough from work. She was polite, effic

" she said, her eyes welling up. "And my son, Kevin, he' s ha

the agency rate. Her eyes widened, and she thanked me profus

ctly folded, and she' d often leave a container of homemade soup in the fridge. But just lik

ed with

she glanced at the groceries I' d brought in. "So many carbohydrates. It' s not good for a young

attempts to turn me into a do

"The kitchen counters could use a good wipe-down after yo

nstead of put away, with a note saying, "Foldin

command. She stood in the kitchen, her hands on

roper home," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "It' s time you learned.

I hired you to clean my apartment so I can focus on my

nd her, but she move

lace is in the home. What kind of wife will you be

y. "I have no plans to be a 1950s housewife, Mrs. Davi

passive-aggressive noise was eerily familiar, a painful echo of my last days with Sarah. I sat at my desk, the words on my computer screen blurr