A few months later

Over the last few months, I’d spent a good chunk of time marketing Molly’s group and as a result, it had grown by thousands and thousands of members.

When she comes to me frustrated about balancing motherhood, nursing, and importing goods, I encourage her to quit her job.

“Run with the online thing! I can keep advertising the group in my spare time. You’re going to be able to make it just fine without nursing. Besides, you can always go back to it if you need to. The hospital isn’t going anywhere.”

As the group pushes close to 10,000 members, she turns in her two notice.

A few weeks after that, she asks me to join her and begin importing so I too can sell to the group I’d been growing for her. “Please,” she begs. “It will be fun” she insists.

“You know I have the furniture thing,” I remind her.

“But you could do both,” she argues.

I know she feels guilty about not paying me for all the marketing I’ve been doing and she wants to repay me somehow, so I stop to consider it. Maybe it will be fun.

“Ok,” I agree. “Teach me.”

And just like that, I join her and her friend Katie, a Crafty Bitch that was already helping her. Technically, by Facebook standards, the group is actually Katie’s. She created it and added Molly. I just made it valuable, resourceful, and filled with customers.

I think this is where we went wrong, we just didn’t know it yet.