SofarLunar

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused."

Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. 

Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. 
 
He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher. 


Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

Why I hate Middle Class Women

Note: the following scenarios happened on the same day.

Morning light pours through every open space between fibre of the curtains, washing the room in golden rays. As the moments pass the intensity rises and softens, bold and gentle, soaking Lijuan in its vibrant glow, awaiting entrance into the woman's eyes.

Upon waking, she burrowed into the warm, soft sheets, then her lids that were drooping and leaden with sleep snapped open as violently as if raid sirens wailing had woken her.

She glanced at the wall clock, then quickly got out of bed. She was running late for work. It was her first day, and she was ten minutes late.

Suddenly, her stomach lurched as she was scurrying to get ready. She tried to fight back the need to vomit, but the pressure increased and soon her cheeks puffed and she found herself on her knees, heaving all she had eaten the night before.

Part II