The moment I saw Jason at our reunion, every ugly memory from high school came rushing back. Then he opened his mouth – and suddenly, I wanted him to keep talking.
I was sixteen when my parents died. After that, I fell apart.
My older brother, Daniel, and I lived with our grandparents after that. The house was full, but losing our parents still left it feeling strangely empty.
I ate through my grief, and antidepressants didn’t help.
Within a year, I gained sixty pounds.
Jason, my boyfriend, responded with the emotional intelligence of a parking meter. “Emily, maybe you should start going to the gym.”
I ate through my grief.
“Maybe you should start minding your business.”
“I’m your boyfriend. It is my business.”
“No, my body is my business.”
Then came the humiliation. “You leave class first.”
“Why?”
Maybe you should start going to the gym.
“I don’t want people seeing us together.”
“Are you serious?”
“Emily, come on. People talk.”
Then I discovered Jason was cheating with Katherine, a popular girl.
I confronted him behind the gym. “Are you dating Katherine?”
It is my business.
He shrugged. “Kind of.”
“While dating me?”
“You make everything dramatic.”
“You cheated on me.”
“Why are you surprised? Have you looked at her and then looked at yourself?”
People talk.
I went quiet.
“I’m just being honest.”
“No. You’re being cruel.”
My older brother, Daniel, heard about it the next day. “He said what?”
“Please don’t do anything.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
You cheated on me.
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