Bride or B*tch?

My friend David was 19 when he cut his hand for the girl he had fallen for. I am 25 now, and Patricia is my girlfriend. Confused? Well, don't be.

6 years back, my friend David was dating Christina, a sexy teenager from NYC. David's father was a gold merchant. He was kind of the 'Richie Rich' type! Christina had a blast, dating with my friend; because David used to spend an average of 500$ a day after his girlfriend.
Don't get me wrong - Christina was indeed a nice person and she cared about David, specially when he used to get his allowance at the beginning of the month. :) Jokes apart - 4 years back, David's father had an accident and lost a leg. He handed over his trade to his cousin ( David's uncle) and guess what, David began to face tough times. That was the first time he had to reason his expenses.
2 years later, I got a job at the New York Times. Life gave me a chance to try my luck on the girl, I had fallen for 6 years back. It was Patricia. With the development of brain cells over the years, Patricia managed to act like a matured young lady; bright and careerist but humble enough to accept that she loves me not for my money but for the person in me.
David, my friend is in state of shock after his father's retirement from life - Mr. Peterson died of heart attack when he found his son behind the bars, being caught in a major drug deal. David's uncle however managed to get him to a rehabilitation centre for treatment.

I miss my friend, my girlfriend misses him too - at times when I refuse to get her costly jewelleries.
I am 25 now, and Patricia Rivas is my girlfriend. Christina is her last name!!