"What do you think I am? I've become his fcuk buddy. I may be a whore, but not a prostitute!
"He doesn't care about me. Who cares someone less than a friend? We even barely talk!
"I'm sick. Now you tell me to go ask money from him! Who do you think he is for me? A pimp or a boyfriend?
"You know what? He talked like I was pregnant of his child out of wedlock! He doesn't want to be involved in it other than that! I didn't even asked for money. I told him I'm sick.
"You have any idea how it feels like to be tossing around like that? I feel like a worthless whore! That's right, you like that? Not in a submissive way a bit I like about it! It's a bitchy moment of 'now I'm all used up, and you can dump me in a garbage' kind of feeling.
"Then I realized, you do love me. But as I always have thought, it is finite. You don't know how to care the moment I need you. The moment I need you, you think about money, cause you'd be thinking 'oh my, this is risky investment, the mighty dollar is at risk'.
"You know which is worst between you aren't there for me with the doctor; not willing to support me; and you're asking another guy to support me? The worst and last thing I need, is you asking another guy to support me.
"Well, I almost did. But before I got there, I saw the cue. I stopped and I cried. Because no one was there for me. My boyfriend from that moment on, has stopped being my boyfriend. And I'm the only one to be blamed. All that we have and never have, has been given up and to be forgotten."
You think you will get away with it? You better start praying.