“I have more money than you will ever have in your lifetime,” I tell him. “You have to sit there and listen to me bitch about stupid shit for hours on end, and then I return home to my nice house with my nice car.” “You think I should hate you because you have money and because I have to listen to your problems? Is that why you stopped coming?” “No, I stopped coming because I couldn’t bear to stare at your ugly face any longer.”
