Yes, I know the characters aren't real, but I'm sorry, couldn't resist . . .
Maggie, sweetie,
Every so often, Life sends you a little or in your case, a lot of blatant messages that basically translate to: time to move on/get out of Dodge/is this really how you want to be spending the best years of your life?
Okay, so you didn't do the natural thing and leave town after your Pop died. Not the end of the world. Change is scary and all that. We've all taken on our share of unnecessary dead-end jobs. In your case, "dead-end" seems to be taking on a new meaning. But since you've come to Collinwood, Life's been sending you billboard-sized messages in neon and flashing lights and you still haven't bothered to notice the obvious.
There is nothing wrong with quitting when your job becomes more than you can bear. In fact, it's the smart thing to do. You've proven that you are hopelessly inept as a babysitter/governess. Say it with me, sweetie: I'm not cut out to be a governess. Now, was that so bad? You've come to the conclusion that the children are possessed. I might be catty and say it took you long enough (and btw, what happened to your brains, did you forget how to use them?), but that's not the point anymore.
Forget about getting free rent and the dubious cachet of living in the big house on the hill. Forget about the uncertain future. Pack your suitcase. Run, don't walk to your car and drive THE HELL AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN. Life's too short and too dangerous for a sweet young thing to spend it at Collinwood.
Sincerely,
Luciaphil
(who ignored a lot of Life's little messages for too long herself)