You don’t get to decide who I date.  You can’t tell me that he’s not good for me.  He tells me I’m beautiful every single day.  He cares about the things I want to do with my life.  He remembers the little things, like my favorite movie and my best friend’s name.  You, sir, had your chance.  Where were you when I was at your beck and call?  Oh yeah, sleeping with the girl who cheated on you.  You don’t get a say in this. You don’t get a say in me.