something. I had a lot of friends in high school who weren’t
really my friends. A lot of boyfriends too. That was annoying.
The attention I didn’t want and even when I thought I could
make it work, it always came out that people were usually just
in it for the cash, not for me.
I didn’t like being used. Eventually, I became really
wary. Really exhausted. It already sucked that I was trying to
have a relationship with a guy when I knew that wasn’t what
was going to make me happy, but finding out they were
playing me was just extra shitty.
The best thing about Adley? She already knows about
the money. She’s known about it from the start. She’s not
weird. She’s not using me. She probably doesn’t even care
about it. I’ve had to insist that I buy our tickets, that I pay for
our meals. I can tell that when she tries to cover her share,
she’s being genuine, not going through the motions. She
doesn’t have an angle. She’s not in it to play games. She knew
everything about me before we started dating and she had no
idea that I was a lesbian, so she couldn’t have had any ulterior
motives.
I have to admit, as we walk into the five-star hotel and
spa, that it’s nice to have the means to be able to treat and spoil
Adley. This is one of those times where I’m very thankful that
I have enough cash to do this. To have this getaway and this
time with her in these luxurious surroundings. To pamper her
and treat her like a queen.
I’d pay just about anything to watch her take it all in.
She’s clearly astounded at the décor, the rich golds and reds,
the huge chandeliers overhead. My mom loves this place. It’s
the one thing she’s really indulged in since she had the money