That bitch! I put myself out there like that, and she told me I was insane. She had spent a month telling me how hot she thought I was, but when the chips were done, she was just like Becca in high school That bitch! My phone was in my purse. It rang. I pulled it out of the purse and glanced at it. It was the bitch. I threw the phone back in the purse and ignored it. I had to pull over I was crying so hard. I sat in my car, banging my head against the steering wheel. I was so stupid. The last month, all of it, had been a sham. All her words about wanting a strong, intelligent women, it was all shit. I'd done everything she asked, hoping she would want to keep me, and when I finally offered myself to her, she'd thrust me away. Oh god. So fucking stupid! I'd spent two weeks throwing myself at her, trying to get her to treat me like the love slave she'd forced me to be.
