Think about how you would feel deep down inside if every time you met somebody, and in the first 2 seconds, they stereotyped you out, and wouldn't give you the time of day. Or when you meet somebody that you think really likes you, and they seem to like you. And you give them a home, you help them find work, you pay fines for them to keep them out of jail, and you feed them. You do nothing but be their friend and help them in any way you can.
And then, when you're at work, somebody comes by your house to see you, not knowing you're not home. And the person that you have, that you've been helping all this time—which in my case this happened to me—they come by and her name was Tammy. And they say, "Oh, you must be Bill's new girlfriend?" And her comment back to them was, "Ewwwww...I wouldn't give him the time of day.” But this is after this same girl took my money, lived in my home, let me keep a roof over her head, ate my food, and let me pay her fines so she wouldn't go to jail. She’s just out rightly cold-hearted, because this is how she was treating me behind my back.