Fleeing the Plantation

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When Auntie came home from the hospital after her stroke, the flying monkey was going to be her live-in caregiver, with free room and board and a small salary besides.

That lasted all of a week before Auntie pissed her off so bad she left.

I kind of wish this arrangement had worked out, because then the impossible task of "making" the aunt happy wouldn't have fallen on me. I may not have become the stepmother's primary source of narcissistic supply. I may have even flown below her radar for the most part, as long as I paid rent and utilities on time.

It's useless to dwell on what might've been, I know, but also interesting to ponder alternate courses of events.