You entered into this relationship knowing full well that I was an extraordinarily beautiful woman who had financial expectations. My needs are not being met by you, and I have one need only: Sending. Your job is to send, mine is to look beautiful. Your job is to send, my job is to keep you around. Your job is to send, my job is to spend. So send me the money that you would use for yourself, so that I can pay for my car. Send me the money that you'd be having fun with so that I can buy new shoes that I don't need, but want to have. Send for my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Send for my coffee. Send for my rent. Send, send, send... fulfill my every need, and I guess I'll keep you around