On Being a Crappy Girlfriend
Essay by Kimberly Knutsen
Published in
Jun 11, 2019
Yesterday, I talked to Steve, an old boyfriend circa 1988. He’d found me on Facebook, and we talked on the phone. I’d always wondered how Steve was doing, and I also felt kind of guilty because I was kind of a jerk in a petty, princess-y way. We argued a lot, and I wasn’t super nice, and things faded away after I moved to Las Vegas. Steve and I hadn’t spoken since 1991.
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