Meet Hilary. She grew up in Oklahoma City in a blue-collar family. She wasn’t a stellar student – her smarts were more the street kind. After barely graduating high school, she got a job as the shot girl at a nightclub, where she dated bouncer after bouncer, and then finally the manager. One day, he surprised her with tickets to Tulum for a romantic getaway. While there, she met a (much) older gentleman, Alexander, waiting for a drink at the bar. He was probably 30+ years her senior, and had an unidentifiable accent. She was completely uninterested until he mentioned that he had flown there privately, and was an international business attorney. Suddenly – and it was the weirdest thing. – Alexander became inexplicably gorgeous. How has she not noticed the quality of his linen shirt before now? His watch!! A confidence only befitting those who were adults during the Iran hostage crisis. That twinkle in his eye… Or was that an overactive tear duct? Never mind, Alexander was suddenly the living antidote to every daddy issue she’d ever had. Hilary left the club manager she’d come with right then and there, and never looked back. Within six months, Alexander had trained her to fit the role of arm candy. Although, he wanted sophistication so she familiarized herself with cashmere, Chanel and less talking. She got her teeth straightened. She lost 15 pounds. She began to get facials and emulate the women she met at parties and dinners out. Within two years Hilary had become an enormous influencer, who shamelessly flaunted her Bentley, her castle-replica country home, her new baby (way to go, Alexander), and the clothing line that Alexander financed for her. Every time he comes home with jewelry, or a new car, or takes her on a shopping spree, she is reminded of the true love she feels for him.
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This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.