When your mother began dating him, I fought with her on it all the time
I know that shouldn’t have hurt, but it sort of did. Her daughter didn’t know that I existed until I was useful. Typical.
“Your mother and I were best friends when we were children. Actually, we were best friends up until our early twenties. I was closer to her than anyone else in the world. Perhaps that was why I was so protective of her.” I paused then, trying to assuage the guilt I felt for leaving out a few important details. Continua a leggere “When your mother began dating him, I fought with her on it all the time” →
