I was 14 and wanted a boyfriend so badly. You were only a year older but looked 25. I never truthfully told anyone that I dumped you because I was tired of you not saying anything when your friends called me fat. I made something up — like I heard you smoked weed, or something like that. I guess I didn't think I had the right to expect or demand common decency in a relationship. I didn't think so for a long time.
I wish I knew then that I deserved better. I know now.