My Brother’s Fiancée Was My Childhood Bully — So I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She’ll Never Forget
The Bully’s Wedding Gift I was eight when I learned monsters don’t just hide under the bed — some sit behind you, whispering venom with a smile. Nancy wasn’t the kind of bully who bruised skin; she bruised spirit. Teachers adored her, my parents said “ignore it,” but how do you ignore a nightmare that never stops…