Myth-begotten — a modern urban fantasy thriller

This is when I realized she was a bitch.

I was between jobs, low on funds and counting pennies. I mean, I had a budget for rent and utilities and even a little scratch to take her out to eat.

Someplace on the border of being nice, but still cheap.

I’d call it quaint and try to make it romantic.

I had enough for food and iced tea, cause tea was cheap.

She ordered a martini.

It was fifteen bucks, top shelf liquor and she watched me while she ordered it, to see what I would say.

Nothing.

I said nothing.

I just skipped my meal, cause the bitch drank all my money.

It was the last warning sign in a long list of red flags.

Anyone who knows you are struggling, knows they can help out by ordering tea or a coke or hell, even water with lemon, and still spends your money on liquor has something wrong with them.

Then the complaining started.

Not from me, I was done with her.

And I think she could tell.

Instead of parting with some dignity, with a little grace, she lit in on a laundry list of everything wrong with the…