She said you weren’t doing so good.
You confessed that you had managed to ruin every significant relationship, and that your mom is sick and you are completely alone.
I thought hearing that would make me happy. Poetic justice.
I’ve always been a firm believer that watching your enemy suffer is the ultimate satisfaction.
But hearing those words didn’t make me happy.
It was just sad.
My mom was right when she said that none of us got our happy ending.