I Let Go After My Boyfriend Chose My Sister
When my boyfriend pressed the wrong elevator button for my sister's floor yet again, he gave me a blaming look.
"Why didn't you remind me? Whatever. Since we're already outside her door, I might as well help Nicole change her broken lightbulb."
I managed to force a bitter smile.
There it was again. "Since we're already here."
Ever since my sister, Nicole, moved into the penthouse of my apartment building a year ago, my boyfriend had consistently pressed the wrong button.
When we were supposed to watch a movie together, he carried the champagne he bought straight to Nicole's door and knocked.
When I had a raging fever and asked him to bring me medicine, he bought painkillers instead and