I winced at that, though I tried to hide it. The implication was clear: I hadn’t seen that Ben was abusive until way into the relationship, ergo, I was an i***t.
It didn’t exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, though my cheeks did blaze with embarrassment and shame. I didn’t feel good about what had happened between me and Ben, but Meyer didn’t have to throw that back in my face.
I was planning on keeping my mouth shut, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing that he’d gotten to me, but then I turned away from the window to look at him and was blathering before I could stop myself. “Oh, you’re really right, you know? I’m an i***t for not seeing Ben was a d**k. But you know, apparently, I haven’t learned from my mistakes, have I? After all, you’re here.”
That made him flinch and
