“Why doesn’t anybody love me?” she said. “No,” I said. “Wait a minute. You promised you weren’t going to do that. You said that you were going to stop beating yourself up over this until all of the surgeries were over.” “I don’t want to go through this alone. It’s too much.” “But you aren’t alone. You know that isn’t true.” “I want a boyfriend. I’m so tired of being lonely.” “Oh, Lucy, please don’t do this to yourself,” I begged.
