It's funny how throughout all of this, not once is there any glimpse or realization of self coming from her. It's almost as if she's looking for ways to gain our sympathy. She's out here asking for advice, expecting to give her sage-level answers that makes it a happy ending.
bytch, how about telling your man the fukkin truth? You ever thought of that?

Cause if you feel this way now, sooner or later you're gonna slip. And God forbid James finds this all out by Proxy.

And if he does, that makes you look infinitely times worse. Plus, you straight up lied about certain parts of your past. So if he leaves you, that's what you get for not being honest from the jump. Sorry.
But you didn't worry about this before. No, you let society twist your head into acting reckless. "Live young, wild and free girl! Get crazy!" as your girlfriends try to coerce you into joining their hairspray and bad decisions-filled nightlife and debauchery. "Girl, this is a night of empowerment to prove that you're as strong as these men! Let your inner slut out!" they yell in your ear, as Lil Jon's 'Turn Down For What' blasts through the speakers at the first College Dorm party of the year. So, you did what they said. You let loose. And you had a lot of fun doing so. You gained confidence. You even tried your hand at finding true love as well. But after it's all said and done, the fog clears and NOW you're disgusted with your actions. You feel ashamed. You lacked foresight. You should've stayed respectable for yourself AND for your future husband. But no, you let your bird friends trick you. And now they're the same ones at the age of 35 still acting like high school girls at the club. But, hey... at least you got your inner slut out right?
