Like I need the reminder that I messed things up for both of us, over and over. But it’s not like he helped. He was always so quick to dive in and kiss every bruise better. Wipe every tear. If I stuck my foot in it, he apologized for me. The only time he ever let me do anything myself was when he was mad or if they pissed him off. Then I was flown in to be the big bad wolf again. It’s no fucking wonder they never trusted me.
