Titus: “Tiĉany, you the smartest woman I know.
Please, will you marry me?”Oh, yeah—the ring still had the price tag on it, from
Kmart. It was $38.
A $38 ring. That’s what he thought I was worth.
Tiffany: “Get the fuck out of here with this cheap-ass
ring. Fuck you, don’t ever talk to me again.”I was so pissed. I cussed him out. I was angry all night.
ͳe next day, I was so disturbed emotionally, I started
crying. I cried all day, all night. I could not stop crying at
work.
ͳen I started to bleed. At mrst I thought it was just my
period, but it wouldn’t stop. It was heavy. I was feeling
weak.
ͳis went on for weeks. I was bleeding so much, I
eventually went through every maxi-pad in all of LAX. I
seriously think I used every one of them huge free maxis in
all the women’s bathrooms in the whole damn airport.
Eventually, it just ran down my leg. It was just like I had
peed on myself, but it was blood pouring out of me.
My manager at the airlines was the same nice, nerdy
white guy I talked about before.
Manager: “Tiĉany, that’s blood. You’re bleeding.
You’re standing in a puddle of blood. You have to go.
We’re calling 911. Are you pregnant or something?”