She's a clubwhore not a housewife, but the heart wants what it wants, and he wants her.
She's a whore. A nobody in the eyes of many. In mine—MaryAnn is better than them all. She thinks she knows me, but I have secrets that haunt me. She thinks she can save me, but I am beyond redemption. I should let her go but I can't. I've claimed her body and now I'll claim her heart.
Men use me up and toss me aside. I'm a clubwhore—easily disposable. Most have never given me a second thought until Cupid. He says he's going to claim me, but I know the score. Women like me don't get happily ever afters we get happily for nows.