He knocked once more, softer.
“Larkin,” he said. “Don’t be like this.”
It was the belief that I had to earn basic respect.
I walked away.
Because the biggest thing I lost wasn’t 80 pounds or whatever number is on a chart.
It was the belief that I had to earn basic respect.
My ex’s wedding imploded. His mom tried to recruit me as his emergency bride. He showed up at my door like I was a PR strategy.
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