Everyone thought I was perfect.
My mom thought I was unable to be anyone other than a kind young man. I was her innocent little baby.
Robbie thought I was an Angel. His Angel to be precise.
Jason thought I was pure and needed protection from all the evil lurked in this world. He was my big brother as he thought of himself.
Liz thought I was a perfect man who took familial values to the core. She thought I could never cheat or love a cheater.
But was I?
Not even close.
I had so many flaws, even the ones I knew, I refused to change.
I knew I was a passive-aggressive b***h.
One of the reasons when Aunt Marie and I fought, there was nothing anyone could do, because we stuck to our rights rather than acknowledging our wrongs.
Another one was I was not a person to forgive.
Forget
