Sure, I suppose I can do a bit more.
>You try to gain some control back by cooking and cleaning, but the maid far outstrips you in every way
>When you clean, she always finds a spot that you missed, laughing at your pitiful performance before 'fixing the mistakes you made'
>You try to cook, and your husband eats it
>You can tell that he's trying to hide it, but the way his face drops whenever he tastes it you can tell he's disappointed
>The children aren't anywhere near as tactful, always asking for the kiki's food instead
>It hurts seeing her cheerfully scrape the food off the plate and into the trash
>"It's okay dears, some people are just born to please. Then, well, there are the screw ups."
>The door to your bedroom is closed every night now, and you can hear as the bed springs squeak
>You have to sleep in the guest room now
>The maid now looks at you with disdain when no one is looking
>After putting the kids to sleep, she drags you into the master bedroom with your husband
>"I'm sorry, but this is becoming a problem."
>For a second you think that she wants to leave and let you return to your previous life
>But you aren't so lucky
>"You are a layabout. You have no job, you don't help with the house or the bills. There is no point in you being here."
>Was she going to kick you out? Throw you out on the streets? You've tried to get a job to help with money, but you had no skills, especially in this economy!
>"We should, but my master is magnanimous. He isn't comfortable with throwing you out, so we have made a compromise."
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