Tormented by the Nanny

Summary

She was always so sweet. But only when Dad was around.

The second he left for work, she’d make me get on my knees and bark like a dog. I wouldn't get to eat until she decided I’d done it well enough, and even then, it was just their leftovers.

Her slimeball son, Kevin, would just stand there, clapping and yelling, "Yeah! Go, doggy, go!" like it was the funniest show on earth.

But Dad never believed she was anything but kind. She was so ‘petite and pitiful’ in his eyes.

And this ‘petite and pitiful’ woman actually wanted to be my mom.