This man doesn’t hesitate to complain. He thinks he does it all but he does nothing. And we know, by watching and listening to him and his deeds. There is nothing honourable in a complainer. All you do is whine about how tough life is, when you cannot do half of what we do. What we struggle for. This is the truth. And you know it. I will be silenced trying to say it. But why deny it when it should be known? For if no-one will tell you, I feel as if it is my duty. And I’m sick and tired of having to fear being criticised and judged and sadly, bothered by your irksome words. I would rather run away than stay near you. But I stay, because I have nowhere to run to. Here I am: la bonne fille.