“I don’t want you dating him,” she called to my back. I lifted my hand in the air, turned, and said, “Don’t worry. If you’ve had him, I don’t want him.” I knew that was mean, hurtful, even. But she hadn’t thought about my feelings once in anything she’d said. It was time to stand up for myself. “You always want what I have.” I took two steps closer to her. “What?” I may have been jealous of my sister at times, but I didn’t want what she had. I looked around, looked her up and down, then said, “There is nothing about this life I want.”
