You are a pathetic excuse for a young woman... well almost 30ish woman. You don't have a cent to your name, despite working at that call center. Your credit is so shot that banks won't contact, deal, or solicit you. You apply for credit cards constantly and wonder why you are never approved. You cry poor all the time and constantly call Dad asking for money. If you spent less time drinking yourself into a drunken stupor downtown every weekend, maybe then you'd be able to pay your own rent, buy groceries, pay your cell bill, buy your pot, etc. No wonder guys dump you after a few dates... you're a financial black hole. So go now, call Dad again, cry, cry, and cry some more. No man wants a woman like you. The only thing you seem to do without his help is dress like a slut and lie on your back for the guys that pick you up at the bars. I'm ashamed to even be related to you. —Step Brother