‍MY HUSBAND MADE MY NANNY QUIT

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I am 29 years old, while my husband is 34.  Our nanny is 21. We hired her over a year ago when I was pregnant with our baby girl, and we already had a toddler. I couldn’t do much; my husband was always at work, and I had no one — no mom, no close mother-in-law, and none of my friends had babies.

Our nanny became everything. She made me soups and stews from her culture that were meant for pregnant women. She got my toddler to have quiet time. She was always on time, spotless, an amazing cook, fun with the girls, and a good teacher. She was the only person I could confide in. We had inside jokes, memories, and a rhythm I can’t recreate.

My husband and our nanny had only met once — during the Zoom interview. She gets here after he leaves and leaves before he comes back. That was by design. When I hired her, she told me she wasn’t comfortable with adult men in the house. I respected that completely. It wasn’t a problem with our schedule.

Three weeks ago, we both got really sick. I was so out of it that I forgot to tell her my husband was home. Our baby has been clingy for months and cries if left alone. I usually bring her into the bathroom with me, but our downstairs bathroom is too small for that. Our nanny cracked the door open and gave the baby an outdoor toy so she could still see her. I knew about this. It was just us girls. It was fine.

But my husband was home. He saw her. She was wearing a romper and was almost completely undressed when he walked by. She completely freaked out and apologised over and over. I apologised to her profusely for forgetting to warn her. She was shaken, but she stayed.

Over the next few days, my husband started going to work late and coming home early. Suddenly, there were “interactions.” I noticed it and asked him about the schedule change. He said traffic was bad and he was trying to avoid rush hour. He said I was being paranoid and looking for problems where there were none. He said I should be grateful he was home more to help with the kids.

Whenever he saw her, he kept trying to make personal conversation. She kept redirecting everything back to the girls.

Last week, she pulled me aside and reminded me of our agreement — no adult men in the house when she was around. She looked terrified even bringing it up, like she was scared I’d be mad at her.

I was furious at him. I confronted him, and he apologised to both of us. He said he didn’t realise he was making her uncomfortable and that I was “reading into things” because of my postpartum anxiety. He said I needed to trust him.

The next day, he went to work as usual. Two days later, he told me his office was being renovated and that he had to work from home. He promised he’d stay upstairs the whole time. That arrangement worked the rest of the week.

Then, on Monday, he “accidentally” forgot his coffee downstairs and went to get it while she was there.

I came downstairs to find him asking her personal questions — how her weekend was, whether she had seen her boyfriend. She said no; she didn’t have one. Then he asked what type of men she was into.

I ran downstairs and cut the conversation short. I apologised to her and dragged him upstairs. I yelled at him and reminded him of what he had agreed to.

He said I was overreacting, that he was just being friendly, and that I was making our home feel hostile and unwelcoming. He said that if I kept treating him like a predator in his own house, maybe he should just get a hotel room.

After that, I noticed he was constantly monitoring the nanny cam. When I asked him about it, he said he was checking on the girls. He told me I was obsessed and that it was creepy that I was watching him watch the camera.

Yesterday, I had a terrible stomachache. I’m lactose intolerant, and my husband had accidentally put whole milk in both our coffees. I was in bed, medicated, and barely conscious. I asked him to end the day with the nanny, say goodbye to the girls, and lock up after she left.

This morning, I woke up to a text from our nanny saying she had left. She said she didn’t feel comfortable coming to the house anymore.

I tried calling and texting, but she hasn’t responded.

I confronted my husband. He admitted he went downstairs again. He also asked her what type of men she was into. He told her he had dated women from her tribe before and that he was “into them”. I’m not from that tribe.

Then he “jokingly” grabbed her shoulders to pick her up and move her aside so he could get to the fridge instead of simply saying, “Excuse me”.

He said it was all innocent. He said she was laughing. He said I was blowing everything out of proportion and making him sound like a predator because I have trust issues.

He said that if she quit over something that small, then she was unstable and we were better off without her. He said I should thank him for exposing how unprofessional she was.

I’m beyond angry. I can’t even look at him.

I don’t think I can replace her, and honestly, I don’t want to. I don’t want to start over. She was part of our family. She was part of my sanity.

Now she’s gone, and my husband is acting like I’m the one who drove her away.

Am I wrong?

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