I named my blog after the book The Nanny Diaries. I'd read it and enjoyed it, and commiserated a bit with its protagonist.
I saw the movie tonight.
The movie itself may not be great, but wow--you guys...that was my life. Laura Linney's character...that's how Mrs. R. was. It was spooky, the resemblance. Except there's no happy ending in it for me. I mean, the R.'s aren't filthy rich and Mrs. R. does work, but their personalities are identical. It brought back lots of anger and weird emotions just remembering all the sh*t that happened with them. People telling me I just needed to quit, to get myself out of that situation, and yet I just couldn't. I couldn't leave the girls. I ultimately did, and you guys know how hard that was.
It's 1:35 a.m. and I'm angry and sad all over again.
I have yet to see the girls. I e-mailed Mr. & Mrs. R. several days ago asking to see them this week. No reply.
I miss them.
Enough of this pity party for tonight. I'm going to bed.