What we've got here is a cunt man whose ego become pumped up like a hot air balloon during the years that starting worshipped at his clay feet funded his ventures, Roxy.
He believed his own hype and, in the guise of a Merc driving businessman, was able to impress the ow to the extent that she eagerly jumped into his lap basket.
Leaving starting standing (I enjoyed writing that!), off they soared only to crash a couple of months later when the money gas ran out.
Starting's sterling efforts over the years to make a silk purse out of his pig's ear served to convince him that she was his slave; born to do his bidding and cater to her master's every need.
As he became accustomed to snapping his fingers and having starting manifest his desires in an instant, he sees no reason to expect anything less from her. Hence he's failed to accord her the insiduous assiduous wooing that won him the booby prize ow.
When he cut the guy ropes ties that bound him to starting, he never suspected she'd be capable of doing anything other than keep a welcome mat in her doorway and the home fires burning for him for the rest of her days.
The penny hasn't quite dropped in his slot yet but it will when starting stops engaging with him makes it clear that he is non-persona grata in her life.