“He did. You did. You got everything you wanted. Your dad totally spoiled you. Your grandmother never bitched about your GPA, and the cutest boy in our grade had a ginormous crush on you. What’s not to hate?”
Her words didn’t feel as harsh as they sounded. And all that hatred? Never touched me. It was all turned in on herself.
“Of course, then I figured out why he liked you.” She blew a bubble with the gum she was chewing and, when it popped, added, “I guess it’s better than him liking you just for your t**s, you know?”
“When did you become such a cynic?”
“Ninth grade.”
It was true, of course, that Dad did spoil me. Only child of a single parent? It happened. The moment he walked in from his deployment, he’d want to take me to Build-a-Bear and the amusement park. And I was going to le
