Poor little rich girl. What was it? He worked late? She missed your dance recitals? They threw you in reform school? Rehab? They tried to buy your love instead of earning it? Whatever they told you in therapy, whatever sad cliche your still holding on to after all this years it doesn’t matter. No one fills sorry for you, not anymore. You’re being offered a fresh start. A clean slate. A do-over. That doesn’t happen, no one gets that. Ever. And if you don’t take it, you’re not just spoiled, and selfish, you’re stupid.