After 40 years, her husband leaves her for the househelp
My husband and I went abroad as United States immigrants right after college. I became an officer in a bank, while he worked for an international organization. Except for our being childless, life was good to us. We lived in a nice part of the city, entertained and traveled a lot. We also had a live-in househelp for decades—a privilege that came with my husband’s job. She was the daughter of the maid of my in-laws’ family in the province, who worked for them for 59 years until she died.