Donna sighed with frustration because her Mercedes was dirty and there was no one on her staff today that could clean it. She walked through the upstairs dining room to get to the maids quarters as she wanted to ask if anyone from her family could come clean the Benz. “Why does this always happen to me?”, she cried as she wallowed is self-pity.
Donna was accustomed to getting what she wanted and felt there was some hierarchy from God that granted the rich certain benefits not allowed to the lesser folks. Her family taught her that and she knew no better.
Lately, her life had been getting very complicated. Donna had no one in her life. She had become rude and obnoxious. Her friends had drifted away; her many male friends wanted her money and its perks but after awhile could not tolerate her moods and demands. Just last night, Lawerence had thrown the many gifts that she used to trap him, right at her face and said, “You are drowning in a sea of materialism and I am not going down with you!” He had been the only one that made her feel good just for who she was. He seemed not to care how much she was worth or what lavish items she bestowed. He loved her but that still wasn’t enough. Always more. Neediness was her general state of being.
Glancing at the ornate living room with some semblance of remaining pride, she asked herself fearfully, “Am I drowning in my stuff?”
“I guess I need to learn to swim because this is mine. All of it!”, she said to herself smugly with a wicked grin.
© Carol Campbell
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