It's been a week, and yet I know we're not right for each other. Why? Well, where are My gifts!? I should have been spoilt rotten, there should have been parcels every single day I returned from work, and yet there are none. And don't even get Me started on your small, tiny little pinprick of a cock.  If I hadn't made it clear already, I'm breaking up with you. A week was longer enough to know that you'll always be a loser that will never be able to satisfy Me. That why I've already taken up with another man!