Summary
I spent three years chasing a profligate rich kid.
The phrase I said to him most often was, “I want us to be family.”
He would brag to his friends about how virtuous and submissive I was, while simultaneously despising my lack of self-respect. He mocked me, saying I was like a loyal, obedient dog in his presence.
I never let it get to me.
I didn’t care because he had a mother.
And his mother looked exactly like my late mother.