Tears flowed down Davina’s face. “He spent the night with Janine,” she wailed, a touch of ‘the drama-queens’ about her.
“Again.”
“What?”
“You forgot to say ‘again’. Seriously, dump him. He’s a piece of works.”
“But I love him! I’ve been everything he wanted me to be.”
“And you’re surprised he’s a Bar-Steward because...?”
“My love is stronger than the universe…”
“Drop the theatricals, sweetie. There’s a fine line between love and masochism…”
“But…”
“…and if you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”