The breakup had been devastating, not just because I’d lost someone I loved, but because I’d realized how little I’d actually mattered to him.
To Marcus, I’d been an accessory to his life, someone who looked good on his arm and made him feel successful and desirable.
It took me almost a year to recover from that relationship, to rebuild my sense of self-worth and learn to trust my own judgment again.
By the time I met David, I thought I’d put the Marcus chapter of my life completely behind me.
That’s why seeing him at the party had caught me so off guard.
It wasn’t that I still had feelings for him. Quite the opposite.
Seeing Marcus reminded me of how young and naive I’d been, how easily I’d let someone else’s vision of success overshadow my own needs.
