“I can,” I said. “Because I don’t need you to love me after.”
I slid the chain off the door.
Hope flashed across his face.
I opened it just enough to meet his eyes.
“Don’t be like this.”
“I deserve better,” I said. “And the best part? I finally believe that.”
Then I closed the door.
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Locked it.
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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And for the first time in my life, I didn’t shrink myself to fit someone else’s idea of love.
I stayed exactly who I am.
And I shut the door.
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