Ten Years Wasted on the Wrong Man

At my boyfriend's Christmas dinner, there was no seat for me. Twenty chairs around the table, but I had to sit on a flimsy plastic chair squeezed in at the corner. Carter was too busy serving soup to Chloe, the college girl we sponsored, to notice. His family thought I was jealous and dramatic. His friends said I was too controlling. Even Carter told me to stop embarrassing him. But they didn't know this year's hottest pop star had just posted a vinyl dedication with my name on it. When Mason picked me up at midnight, Carter finally realized I wasn't bluffing about the breakup.