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The moment Ethan saw me, he laughed and said, “Your mom told me you used to have a crush on me. Cute, right?” Then he winked.
I felt my face burn. I wanted to disappear into the floor. They weren’t just laughing—they were bonding over me. Over something I’d never given permission to share.
Watching him touch her arm after that made my skin crawl.

She rolled her eyes and told me I was “too sensitive” and “jealous.” That’s when I realized she wasn’t listening—she didn’t want to.
So I stopped trying. I kept my distance. I let her live in her glowing romance while I quietly stepped back.
I do feel sorry for her. Breakups hurt at any age.
Is it terrible that part of me thinks she crossed a line—and finally had to face the consequences?