Vogue Williams

The next day, she texted me.

Hi, please don't post the photo of my son's Lego online.

We don't allow photos of our children or our home.

The kids really enjoyed the lessons.

See you next week.

I actually thought it was a fair boundary.

So I replied, of course, he only asked for a photo of the Lego piece, nothing of your children or home.

Then she responded, actually, could you please just delete it again?

We don't allow photos of our children or home.

And honestly, this annoyed me way more than it probably should have.

At that point, it felt less like a reasonable request and more like she was implying I was some kind of creep or boundary crosser.

Even after I'd already reassured her there was nothing identifiable in the image and I had no intention of posting it anywhere.

I sat on it for two days and realized, I think I'm just done.

I'm 30 years old, stressed from work all week, trying to build my own adult life.

And I suddenly felt exhausted by the idea of continuing to deal with anxious or overbearing parents on my weekends.

So I sent a polite message saying that my work hour is increasing.

I didn't think I could continue teaching on weekends anymore.

I apologized for the inconvenience, said it had been lovely teaching the kids and wished them all the best.

She never replied.

She also never paid me.