I was seated now in the living room trying to explain to Vanessa that I did not need to see her around anymore because her presence was giving me so much discomfort and a lot of things were going bad for me, but she kept acting like a child, and I was already irritated.
"I came here because someone is threatening my life, Donald, and I thought maybe if I came to you, you'd try to help me, but then I came here, and all you did was accuse me of something I did not do," she said to me, and this was like the 100th time of her trying to play the victim with me.
"Venessa, not everything is about you, okay? Right now I've got troubles of my own that I need to fix. If you have yours, you should try fixing them yourself; don't draw me into it," I said to her as I stood up from the couch, but just as I made to take a step, my phone instantly began to ring.
