Today, on a whim, I leafed through some of my high school journals. And this bit kicked me in the gut. I was writing about my boyfriend:

"I even began talking to him about breaking up. Needless to say, this upset him so much that I was knocked back into my senses. Especially the way he pointed out that there was no one else who would take me."

Oh 15-year-old Molly. I want to go back and hug you and tell you he is SO WRONG and that that was, furthermore, a horrible, false, cruel thing for him to ...