When word got out about the situation with Jacob and me, his friends decided to stage an intervention.
"Wendy, seriously, you're going to cut ties with Jacob? He's not going to handle it well."
"I'm telling you, Wendy, no one loves you like Jacob does. Look at all he's been for you. You can't be that cold-hearted, can you?"
"People make mistakes, Wendy. Can't you give him another shot? We'll watch him like hawks."
I continued packing in silence, unbothered.
Men always seem to band together, whether there's trouble or not. They cover for each other at every turn.
They used to remind me constantly that having a boyfriend like Jacob was like winning a cosmic lottery granted over three lifetimes.
I was told to behave, to listen, to be grateful.
But now? Now that I wouldn't just roll ov
