Jilted in Prague
Today’s story is from Courtney C.
Savvy Dad, you write often about sons. I am a daughter.
Sons can be jerks. Let’s call this jerk “Brad”.
He was not my first love. He was my first jerk.
I was 23. Brad did a number on me.
Teaching English In Prague, I was living far from home. I’d just been jilted. I felt like I’d been kicked to the curb. Now, sitting at the top of a staircase, I was spying on Brad. What I observed I expected. It was not what I had hoped.
My dad had just flown in for a visit. He didn’t know. The moment I saw him, I crumbled, “Brad stole my heart, Dad. He siphoned my money, took all that I had. We dated a few months. He said he was temporarily short. I started picking up tabs. He said he lost his job. I opened my home. READ MORE