Brick Walls

The thing about dating a man with a lot of money is that is he always away making the money we oh so love to spend.

One day you realize that the black card is not your partner, yes it is great to have but it is not your man. You get lonely and find things to occupy your time because working and exercising are not enough anymore. Keeping fit seems pointless when he only want to see you out of the clothes you spend such precious time picking out. His good looks suddenly don't mean anything.

Wine becomes a part of your daily nutrition, that expensive salad becomes meaningless because quite honestly,you can make it yourself. 

Temptation sinks in and you start to play with fire, knowing that fire burns. Yet with every glass, every bottle and every sexual high with countless faces nothing is quite the same as this elusive lover you are frozen in time for,waiting.

You yearn for human contact, even at the most basic level, even if it is a bare conversation. You are locked in an emotional prison. Then you start to have dirty little secrets, why not because you know there is a woman somewhere in some city that he jets into that warms his bed at his whim. Yes, because just like you-his money and wealth will attract others too.

You miss birthdays, anniversaries, Christmases just because you call that neat little arrangement love.

Love is not supposed to be pain and devastating.

How much is it worth? 5 million? 10 million? Perhaps 50 million?