When I told my best friend, Tara Sweeney, about what happened, she could not hide her smirk. She exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting for this! You could’ve been a queen, but instead, you chose to be Shawn’s doormat—for what?”
I grimaced at her words, but she was not wrong. I had given up a comfortable life to be his faithful puppy, and besides our childhood connection, the main reason I had stuck around was that both our parents approved of the match.
Tara patted my shoulder sympathetically and said, “Move on, girl! Let’s leave the trash in the past. We can be fabulous single ladies together.”
While she was great at comforting others, when it came to herself, she would rather dive into chaos headfirst than pep-talk her way out. I did not plan on joining her single-life escapade, though.
I replied, “I’ll pass. I’ve already set up a blind date for tomorrow.”
“Wait. When did this happen?” Tara asked, shocked.
I waved my new phone at her and replied, “Just now.”
The first thing I did after getting my new phone was arrange a blind date. After all, now that I was done being a doormat, I needed to focus on my actual priorities. My top priority was simple: secure a good match, have a child, and ensure the Iverson family line continued.
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The next day, I got all dolled up and headed to Blair’s college. When I informed them that I was withdrawing my financial support and requested that my contact information be removed from the guardian section of her records, the dean looked shocked.
