I Loved the Boy Next Door for Ten Years, and He Loathed Me for Ten. Finally, I Slept With Him and Left Him a $200 Tip.
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I Loved the Boy Next Door for Ten Years, and He Loathed Me for Ten. Finally, I Slept With Him and Left Him a $200 Tip. My childhood best friend felt deeply humiliated and relentlessly "hunted" me down everywhere. But he couldn't find me. I hid from him for three years, until my father passed away and I became an orphan. His parents told me, "From now on, our home is your home. That boy is your older brother." I looked at his face, which contorted with humiliation and rage the second he saw me, and cheerfully called out, "Hi, big brother!"