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.

Summary

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!"