She treated me like a princess when we first got together. She'd jump to do anything for me, and she was always telling me how much she loved me. But then she got bored. She hit me, told me it was an accident; the alcohol did it. I let it go then, the second time, and the third. By the tenth time I was convinced she wasn't the girl I fell in love with. But if she can't love me, who can?