I’m a fuckup.

My parents know and pretend it isn’t true.

My brother and sister know, and their judgmental looks remind me every time I see them.

If any woman sticks around, she figures it out too, then splits.

For as long as I can remember, I haven’t done the right thing. I’m attracted to the wrong people.

I’ve always done what’s best for me, and this weekend will be no exception.