Fletcher is the "World's Worst Boyfriend" and I have the trophy to prove it-along with the consolation gift card I've already spent. Entering him into the anonymous contest was cathartic and eye opening. It's obvious I need to end this farce of a relationship… so, I do. Too bad I'm still comparing every man I meet to Fletcher. Too bad I can't get him out of my mind-or my house, for that matter, with the way he's always stopping by to 'fix' something. And it's especially too bad that I'm learning not everything is as it seems, and that maybe, just maybe, Fletcher had a good reason for his actions. (Although, there is no justification for the moldy laundry.) What's a girl to do? He says he'll explain everything soon. But am I ready to face that explanation? What if he's really not the worst-what if I am?
