seventeen LeniI lie, sprawled out on the couch, a plate of deliciousness in my lap. “Mimi, you’re an enabler,” I say through a mouthful of freshly baked bread and jam.
Mimi chuckles from her rocking chair, holding a mug of tea.
“Seriously, stop making me feel better for being a horrible human being.” I take another bite of bread. A glob of butter falls onto my shirt. “Crap.” I sit up, bring my shirt to my mouth, and lick it off.
“You should go put that in the washer. Butter will leave a grease stain,” Mimi tells me.
“Good. It’s what I deserve. You know what? You’re right; I’m my own worst enemy. I don’t know why I do what I do. I’m mean. I push people away. Why do I do that?” I beg Mimi for answers.
“Are you ready to tell me what happened?” Mimi asks, her voice soothing.
“He kissed m
