Escapism. Rich won't marry her, weight loss didn't help oversell 30, and dreams of a big family fizzling out. Nobody happy, in her tax bracket, sings 20 sad songs a night (or is it her fault her entire catalog is funeral songs?) Guess pulling up in black SUVs, bodyguards in tow, at your boo's Cleveland hood failed to convince him you won't desert him like his mami did. Gurl, I feel for you; you're trauma bonded to a Sagittarian, commitmentphobic, father of 3 afraid to tell you "Go Easy On Me." Don't get Vegas Throat now... Or do---some Magic Mike in the Strip could do with a sugar mama.