Fillers, drinks and drama

And just like that, Natasha and I became close. We exchanged numbers the day after our hair appointments, and for almost two weeks we would meet every weekend for brunch, lunch or just simple strolls in the park.

I learn much from her about her husband, because she would confide in me about him.

She claims that it is exhausting being a house wife due to his demands. But really I think she is just lazy, and they have maids so she doesn't have to do much.

She is just unappreciative and doesn't understand that sometimes a man wants a home cooked meal from his wife. He needs his back rubbed, and for her to listen to him.

Natasha doesn't seem to provide any of that. She doesn't seem to know how to cater to him or provide him with that womanly nature.

Poor thing, when I get Mr Cross, I will show her what it means to take care of a man.

Today, Natasha asks if I can accompany her to somewhere that I am sure is a cosmetic clinic. Which makes me wonder why she would go to a place like that.

She