“Come on, Judy, it will make us tons of money. And it’s only for a little while. I’ll build you a fine house, I promise.”
Judy was young, and she loved Eddie. Trusted him. She hated the mess and the smells–gas, oil, exhaust, and rotting rubber–but she agreed. Just for a while.
Time passed, and the pile of tires grew. Judy’s patience did not. Years of promises, all for nothing.
She still loved him, but she hated living with all that mess and filth.
“I’ve had enough, Eddie. Enough of your empty promises. Goodbye!”