No one would ever believe you if you said that you knew what it felt like to have a love unrequited, to always feel second-best to somebody. After all, it was inconceivable that you of all people would feel that way – you, who was always on the honor roll, who never had any problem with finding boys to date and who apparently had a perfect relationship with your first serious boyfriend, who seemed to have everything all together all the time. But it was nonetheless true.
Too bad it wasn't another woman you felt second-best too. You could've handled that – after all, you knew enough to know that you weren't going to be everyone's cup of tea and that sometimes, other women would get the men you wanted. You were grown up enough to accept that. It wasn't even another man. Even that would've been preferable, though you might have had a little more trouble accepting that one.
No, what you had to feel second best to were sweets. Sweets and a goddamn stuffed bunny. You knew Hunny could do well enough without you, regardless of the fact that he didn't want to do without you. But you swore on your life that if he ever had to give up his sweets and his toys, he'd be unable to handle it. And that knowledge damn well hurt.