She swooped like a beaming warrior of feminine strength and beauty.
She had high expectations.
I can jump through numerous hoops for the right amount of money.
I was certain I could please her.
I'm a charmer.
I could make her LOVE me.
And she did. And she did even more.
And then it got weird. And weirder.
And suddenly she turned.
Like the bad dog I knew she was.
And she didn't love me anymore.
In fact.
She became a slow steady stream
Of psycho poison.
A psychotic bitch Freight train trying to take us all down.
I stood strong. Taking the poison.
Smoothing out the ruffled feathers in the hen house.
And when I called her bluff.
She flew away.
Unbelievable.
Slowly.
Sigh.
It's all going to be ok.
