12/15/2025
A few months ago, my MIL Sharon had a stroke, so we invited her to live with us. Balancing work and caregiving got tough, and my husband Ben insisted on hiring a caregiver he found: Lena — 28, "so sweet, like a daughter to Sharon." He said she was worth $1,000/week. I thought it was steep, but he pushed hard.
Then one evening, Sharon quietly asked me to install cameras. "Cassie, would you mind setting up one of those little camera things? I don't feel safe sometimes when I'm alone. I'm afraid I might faint, and nobody would know. Ben isn't good with tech, but maybe you can help and watch over me through those cameras."
So I did.
What I saw on the footage? Lena barely helped. Ben would show up during the day. They'd sit close, laugh, touch. One day, they started kissing after Sharon went to her room. Then I caught Ben telling Lena, "Soon mom's beach house will be yours, baby. I'll talk my mom into how much you've helped her and how much you deserve to be praised."
I showed it all to Sharon.
Her response? "Let's invite them to my birthday AT A BEACH HOUSE. I've got a 'surprise' for them they'll never forget." Continues in comment⬇️⬇️