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My boyfriend of six years stood by and watched as a bucket of blue sports drink drenched the dress my mother left me. He didn’t lift a finger. He just stood there, with tens of thousands of people staring, waiting to see if I would cry. It was the only thing I had left of my mother. I’d worn it on purpose. My boyfriend, Eli, had told me he had a surprise for me during halftime at the football game. I thought he was finally going to make our relationship public. But when the Jumbotron lit up, a voice message I’d sent him in private started to play. “Sometimes I get so scared.” “I’m scared I’m not good enough for you. I’m scared that one day you’ll look down on me.” He’d taken my deepest, most private insecurity and served it up for the entire school to laugh at. The laughter had barely begun when the most popular girl on campus walked right up to him and kissed him. At the same time, words flashed across the screen. “Hometown trial version replaced with elite upgrade.” Then the blue drink came pouring down over my head. The camera held on my face. My mother’s dress clung to my skin, so soaked and stained it was unrecognizable. When Eli finally walked over, his first words weren’t an apology. “It was just a joke.” “You’re not actually going to make a big deal out of this, are you?” I looked down at the ruined dress, and a strange calm washed over me. The tears were gone. For six years, I had always been the understanding one. And this was my reward: he’d used my vulnerability as a punchline. It wasn’t that he didn’t know this would gut me. He just believed that no matter how much it hurt, I would never leave. I lifted my head and stared straight into the camera that was still rolling. “We’re over.” His face changed. He called me dramatic, said we could talk after I’d calmed down. But after I walked out of that stadium, every message he sent went unanswered. That’s when he finally started to panic. Because that was the last time he would ever stand before me and hear my voice. … A few hours earlier, I still thought it was going to be one of the best days of my life. Before the game, Eli had reminded me over and over to be there, telling me it was for a fraternity charity event. “Don’t wander off during halftime. Stand right where I told you.” He sent a ring emoji, then added, “It’s time for us to move to the next stage.” I stared at that message for a long time before going to the back of my closet. I pulled out the dress my mother had left me, the one I hadn’t been able to bring myself to wear since she died. That day, I wanted her with me, somehow. When the halftime music swelled, a staff member led me to the edge of the field. A spotlight hit me, and the Jumbotron flickered to life. The next second, my voice filled the stadium. “Sometimes I get so scared…” I froze. I screamed at Eli, “Turn it off! Eli, make them turn it off!” He stayed in the middle of his fraternity brothers, not moving toward me. He just held up his hands in a calming gesture. As if I was supposed to play along. As if I was supposed to stand there quietly and let them humiliate me. Sloane strode past me in her high heels, the sharp scent of her perfume suffocating. She tilted her head, a soft smile on her lips. “Oh, baby, this is just the beginning.” On the giant screen, my words were chopped up and paired with grotesque clown graphics. “Scared I’m not good enough for you.” “Scared you’ll look down on me.” The lines flashed one after another as the laughter around me grew into a roar. Sloane walked up to Eli, wrapped an arm around his neck, and kissed him. The camera didn’t linger on them. It swung right back to my face. Next to a close-up of my stunned expression, bright red letters appeared. “Trial Version.” A trial version. It was a joke I’d made when Eli was first trying to join the fraternity. I was trying to encourage him. “Go for it,” I’d said. “I’ll be your backup trial version for now.” He’......

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