I spent over three years as the consolation prize. It was a position as familiar to me as a comfy old pair of pajamas. Growing up, all I wanted was for someone to be my friend. I wasn’t picky. I just wanted a seat at the lunch table, so I didn’t have to sit alone. I always knew if given a chance I would be the best friend any girl could ask for, but back then no one wanted to give me a chance. Years of rejection made me believe I was broken, second rate, bargain basement goods. I would let people treat me like garbage as long as they would tolerate my presence in their life. The end result was I wasted years on a man who didn’t love me and was hoping his former wife w...