The Irony is lovely
She'd been pressing me to do a promo video for one of my books, I kept saying I wasn't interested, not only because I couldn't afford it, but because I have lost my passion for writing after struggling for 15 years.
She wouldn't take no for an answer. Last night we parted with her saying she thought I was a junkie as I'd been ill for a week, it had nothing to do with drugs; it was related to depression.
She opened today, by saying she wasn't after my money. After agreeing to chat as friends, I said I would give her the opportunity to tell me how, and why, she made the jump from me being ill to being a drug user before I took the option of either letting the matter rest, or blocking her. At this point, she flew into a rage, and began profuse language, then blocked me, not that I am worried.
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