Right, home from work, walk the dog, kids are back.

Mom!

Up the stairs for something.

Ugh, back down, no idea what I went up for.

Mom, what's for dinner?

Chop, sizzle, done.

Hello, fresh, can't slow life down, but it makes bringing everyone together around the table a whole lot easier.

So it's phones down, forks up.

Hello, Fresh.

Bring back dinner time.

Welcome to Just Break Up, the podcast about love, heartbreak, and all the relationship advice you don't want to hear. My name is

Theaer and I'm Sam Blackwell. And today we're going to answer a letter from somebody who's feeling

resentful about being taken advantage of by the family she nannied for. But before we begin,

we just want to give you our Surgeon General's warning, which is that Sierra and I are not licensed

mental health practitioners. Correct. We are not professionals. We are not trained in this. So please take our advice as you see fit in your life, along with your other mental health resources that are actually professional.

We are only here to offer our humble musings. So hopefully shed some understanding and maybe some laughs about the incredibly rewarding but mostly confusing

experience that is love today's letter is coming to us from dumped nanny whose pronounce are

she her who is writing to us from a non-existent HR department I love that I think that's so apt

and important and we'll come back to that.

Okay. Dear Sam and Sierra, I'm a longtime listener, second time writer, lover of all things, JVU,

and every wonderful thing you put out into the world. I'm writing about the recent abrupt ending of my nanny employment and my subsequent sad, disappointed, angry feelings about it.

I'm about to graduate from a master's program. And one of the many jobs I had to support myself through this going back

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