I believed him. Every single time.
I caught myself glancing at his hands.
Meanwhile, my friends got married. Even my younger cousin, Megan, tied the knot at 24, and I laughed too loudly to cover the ache. Then there was Diane, my stepmother, who never missed a chance to twist the knife.
« Sandra, honey, » she said at Thanksgiving two years ago, in front of the whole table. « You’re the girlfriend who couldn’t close the deal! »