At first, I was only helping her because I liked to think I was a good person, and that meant helping people when I could.
Every second I spent with her was tough, as she constantly demanding and expecting more, nothing was ever good enough.
The third time she complained about the color of the car I got for her, I lost it, and after telling her off, I walked away.
It was four days later when she turned up, drunk, desperate, begging me to take her back.
At last, I had the energy and the willpower to refuse her.
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