I sit here sipping my coffee, scrolling through the Instagram posts from Sarah’s wedding. The generic hotel ballroom with its dated wallpaper and harsh fluorescent lighting. The wilted grocery store flowers.
The cake that looks like it came from a gas station.
And I smile.
Because here’s what I learned: when you treat people like stepping stones, don’t be surprised when they stop letting you walk all over them.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
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