My entitled neighbor expected free babysitting for months, but the one time I needed her? Radio silence. That’s when I realized kindness has limits. So, I got a little too creative and drew the line with a twist she never saw coming.
Motherhood is a beautiful journey, filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears. But what happens when someone sees your maternal instincts as an opportunity to exploit? When they assume that just because you’re a stay-at-home mom, you’re available 24/7 to be their personal, unpaid nanny? Hi there, I’m Annie, and boy, do I have a story for you…
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Picture this: a quaint suburban neighborhood where tranquility reigns supreme. You know the kind? Pristine lawns, friendly waves from passing cars, and block parties that wrap up by 9 p.m. sharp.
That was my slice of paradise, quiet and drama-free. Until Hurricane Megan blew in next door.
From day one, Megan strutted around like she owned the place. Head held high, designer purse swinging, she was the walking definition of “extra.”
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Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing but respect for single moms. It’s a tough gig. But Megan? She wore her single mom status like a badge that entitled her to everyone’s time and energy. Especially mine.
Apparently, I was Megan’s personal target for FREE childcare.
“Hi there! I’m Megan,” she chirped, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And this is my daughter, Lily.”
I bounced my son Tommy perched on my shoulder. “Nice to meet you! I’m Annie, and this little guy is Tommy.”
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Megan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you’re home during the day? That’s fantastic! I’ve been looking for someone reliable to watch Lily. My work schedule is just crazy, you know!”
I felt a twinge of unease but pushed it aside. “Well, I’m usually pretty busy with Tommy, but if you need help in an emergency, I can try.”
Megan’s smile widened. “That’s so sweet of you! I’m sure we’ll be great friends.”
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As she left little Lily with me and walked away, I turned to Tommy. “Well, buddy, looks like we’ve got new neighbors. What do you think?”
Tommy gurgled and reached for my hair. If only I’d known what I was getting myself into.
Weeks rolled by and I was at my wit’s end. Megan’s “emergencies” had become a near-daily occurrence.
Despite my growing unease, I brushed it off. We moms gotta stick together, right? But one favor turned into two, then ten, and then I lost count.
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The doorbell rang, and I groaned. “Tommy, want to bet who that is?”
I opened the door to find Megan, perfectly coiffed, with Lily in tow. “Annie, you’re a lifesaver! I’ve got this important meeting. You can watch Lily, right?”
I hesitated. “Megan, I’ve got a lot on my plate today and I can’t—”
“It’ll just be a few hours,” she interrupted, already ushering Lily inside. “You’re the best!”
Before I could protest, she was gone, leaving me with two kids and a growing sense of frustration.
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Lily looked up at me with big eyes, holding a drawing of red and pink hearts. “Can we play dress-up, Annie?”
I sighed, forcing a smile. “Sure, sweetie. Let’s go find some costumes.”
As I watched the kids play, I couldn’t help but wonder how long I could keep this up.
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Picture this: You’re knee-deep in diapers and alphabet songs, cherishing every moment with your little one. Then your neighbor knocks on the door again, flashing a smile and making the same monotonous request.
“Oh, Annie, would you be a sweetheart and babysit Lily for a few hours? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind watching her while I get my nails done.”
Spa days, shopping sprees, hair appointments… you name it, I was babysitting through it all. FOR FREE.
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Now, don’t get me wrong. I love kids. But there’s a fine line between being neighborly and being a doormat. And folks, I was starting to feel like I had “Welcome” printed on my forehead.
The last straw came on a Tuesday. I was in the middle of a virtual doctor’s appointment when Megan burst in, Lily trailing behind her.
“Annie, emergency! I’ve got to run to the salon. Watch Lily, okay?”
I gaped at her, my doctor’s voice still coming through my earbuds. “Megan, I’m in the middle of—”
“Thanks, you’re a doll!” And just like that, she was gone.
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I turned back to my screen, where my doctor looked confused. “Everything okay, Annie?”
I laughed humorlessly. “Just peachy. Now, where were we?”
That night, I vented to my husband, Dan. “I can’t believe her! She just assumes I’m always available.”
Dan frowned. “Honey, you need to set some boundaries. This isn’t fair to you or Tommy.”
“You’re right. Next time she asks, I’m putting my foot down.”
Little did I know, my chance would come sooner than expected.
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The following week, Dan and I had a doctor’s appointment. I figured it was the perfect opportunity to ask Megan for a favor.
I knocked on her door, my hopes soaring. Megan answered, looking annoyed at the interruption.
“Hey, Megan. I hate to ask, but Dan and I have a doctor’s appointment. Could you watch Tommy for an hour? I’d really appreciate it.”
Megan’s face twisted. “Oh, Annie. I’m really not comfortable watching other people’s kids. It’s just… stressful, you know? And I need my ‘me time.’ You understand, right?”
I stood there, STUNNED. After everything I’d done for her, she couldn’t spare ONE HOUR?
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“Sure! I understand completely.”
As I walked away, something inside me snapped. It was time for a little creative problem-solving.
My opportunity came a few days later when Megan knocked on my door, Lily in tow.
“Annie, I’ve got a hair appointment. You can watch Lily, right?”
I smiled sweetly. “Actually, Megan, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been meaning to tell you about my new babysitting business.”
Her eyes lit up. “Babysitting business?”
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“Yep! I figured since I’m home anyway, why not make some extra money? And since we’re neighbors, I’d be happy to give you a discounted rate.”
Megan leaned in, intrigued. “That’s amazing! How much?”
“Well, normally I’d charge $20 an hour, but for you, let’s say $15.”
Her jaw dropped. “Fifteen dollars an hour? That’s insane! I can’t afford that!”
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I shrugged, feigning sympathy. “I know, childcare is so expensive these days. That’s why it’s important to find people willing to help out. Don’t you think?”
Megan’s face reddened. “I’ll figure something out.”
As she stormed off, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. The tables had finally turned.
Over the next few weeks, I fully embraced my role as a “professional” babysitter. Every time Megan asked for a favor, I responded with mock invoices and rate sheets.
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One afternoon, she came to pick up Lily ten minutes late. I greeted her with a smile and a piece of paper.
“Here’s your invoice, Megan. Don’t forget the late pick-up fee!”
She snatched the paper, her face contorting with rage. “This is ridiculous! You’re nothing but a greedy witch!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
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“You have no right to charge me after all the times I’ve done favors for you!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “FAVORS? Like the time I asked you to watch Tommy for one hour and you said you weren’t comfortable watching other people’s kids?”
“That’s… that’s different! I’m a single mom. I’m busy!”
“And I’m a stay-at-home mom running a business,” I countered. “We’re all busy, Megan.”
She grabbed Lily’s hand and stormed off, leaving me feeling both guilty and oddly empowered.
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Word of my “babysitting business” spread quickly through the neighborhood. I hadn’t planned on it, but soon other moms came to me with their Megan stories.
Chelsea, another neighbor, caught me at the mailbox. “Annie, you’re a genius! I started charging Megan too, and suddenly she stopped asking me to watch Lily.”
I laughed. “Really? I thought I was the only one.”
Chelsea shook her head. “Oh no, she’s been trying this with everyone. But now? She can’t find anyone to help her for free anymore.”
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As we chatted, I saw Megan pull into her driveway. She glared at us before slamming her car door and stomping inside.
I turned to Chelsea. “I almost feel bad.”
“Don’t! She needed to learn she can’t take advantage of people.”
I nodded, watching Megan’s house. “I guess you’re right.”
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Weeks passed, and I hardly saw Megan anymore. The constant knocking had stopped, and an eerie quiet settled over our little corner of the neighborhood.
One evening, as I was watering my front garden, I saw her struggling with groceries. For a moment, I considered offering help. Then I remembered all the times she’d left me in the lurch.
“Some people need to carry the heavy weight of their actions!” I muttered and turned around, ignoring her.
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Megan soon found herself in a bind. Every time she asked for help babysitting, she was met with either a rate card or a “Sorry, I’m just too busy!”
Frustrated, she realized she couldn’t rely on “FREE” favors anymore and had to pay for a professional sitter.
So, there you have it, folks. Was it petty? Perhaps a bit. Was it satisfying? Absolutely! But sometimes, the best revenge is learning to communicate effectively and set healthy boundaries. Have you ever dealt with an entitled neighbor? How did you handle the situation? Share your stories in the comments!
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I took a job at 70 to save up for my wife’s surgery, but something happened that I never expected.
The fluorescent lights of the discount electronics store hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to amplify the weariness in Arthur’s bones. At 70, he hadn’t expected to be back in the workforce, but his wife, Eleanor, needed surgery, a costly procedure that their meager savings couldn’t cover. So, he’d taken the job, a part-time gig at a place that sold everything from bargain-bin headphones to refurbished laptops.
The work was tedious, the customers often demanding, but Arthur endured it. He focused on Eleanor, on the image of her healthy and vibrant again, and the days passed.
One afternoon, a man entered the store, his hesitant steps and the white cane tapping ahead of him clearly marking him as visually impaired. He approached the counter, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice soft, “I’m looking for a digital voice recorder. Something simple, for taking notes.”
Arthur, who had been organizing a display of phone chargers, paused and offered a kind smile. “Certainly, sir. We have several options. Let me show you.”
He led the man to a shelf displaying various voice recorders, explaining the features of each model in clear, concise terms. The man listened attentively, nodding occasionally. Finally, he settled on a small, unassuming device. “This one sounds perfect,” he said. “How much is it?”
Arthur checked the price tag. “That’s $39.99, sir.”
But before Arthur could ring up the sale, the store manager, a young man named Kevin, with a slicked-back hairstyle and an air of arrogant impatience, stepped in. “Actually,” he said, his voice laced with a false sweetness, “that model is $79.99.”
The visually impaired man hesitated, his brow furrowed. “That’s… that’s quite a bit more than I expected.”
“It’s a high-quality device,” Kevin insisted, his eyes glinting. “Worth every penny.”
Arthur’s stomach churned. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew the price, he had just checked it. He couldn’t stand by and let Kevin take advantage of this man’s vulnerability.
“Excuse me, Kevin,” Arthur said, his voice firm, “the price is $39.99. I just checked.”
Kevin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you questioning me, old man?” he hissed, his voice dropping to a low growl.
“I’m correcting you,” Arthur replied, his gaze unwavering. “It’s the right thing to do.”
The visually impaired man, sensing the tension, looked from Arthur to Kevin, his expression confused.
Kevin’s face flushed crimson. “You’re making a fool of yourself,” he spat. “You think you know better than me?”
“I know what’s right,” Arthur said, his voice steady.
“Get out!” Kevin roared, his voice echoing through the store. “You’re fired! You’re nothing but a washed-up old fool. Get out of my sight!”
Arthur stood his ground, his gaze fixed on Kevin. He felt a surge of anger, but he also felt a strange sense of peace. He had done what was right.
He turned to the visually impaired man. “Sir,” he said, his voice gentle, “the price is $39.99. I’m sorry for the confusion.”
The man smiled, a grateful expression spreading across his face. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for your honesty.”
Arthur nodded and walked away, leaving Kevin fuming behind the counter. He gathered his belongings, his heart heavy but his conscience clear. As he walked out the door, he knew he had lost his job, but he had gained something far more valuable: his integrity.
The next few days were difficult. Without his job, the burden of Eleanor’s surgery loomed larger than ever. But Arthur refused to despair. He spent his days searching for new opportunities, his determination fueled by his love for Eleanor.
One afternoon, he received a phone call. It was the visually impaired man he had helped. The man, whose name was Thomas, was a lawyer. He had been so impressed by Arthur’s honesty that he wanted to offer him a job.
“I need someone I can trust,” Thomas said, his voice warm. “Someone with integrity. And I believe you’re that person.”
Arthur was overwhelmed. He had never expected such kindness, such generosity. He accepted the job, his heart filled with gratitude.
With his new job, Arthur was able to pay for Eleanor’s surgery. She recovered quickly, her health restored, her smile brighter than ever. Arthur had lost a job, but he had gained a friend, a new career, and a renewed sense of purpose. He had learned that even in the face of adversity, honesty and integrity will always prevail. And that sometimes, the most unexpected acts of kindness can change your life forever.
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