You're saying this entire time I could've been her lover. But now I have to rhyme about the fact she calls me brother and every now and then she refers to herself as mother. I have to play the close family role which works because I love her. Now when she walks by me I feel the need to duck and cover so I dont have to see her with her significant other and this significant other, she also calls him brother. And I thought I was special. Oh to hell with it, **** her. This ***** is a vacuum. Her occupation is a sucker. She likes visiting her abusive ex that once struck her over the head and then had the ***** to text both her parents numbers talking lies about how much she had made him suffer. Wait... stop a minute... let me buffer.... I'm confused. You obviously understand the discomfort yet you won't stop the constant way you seem to mutter that everything is fine and then you cut undercover. In the past you have said that you have recovered. That's obviously not the case because you've discovered knives that cut things much tougher than butter. I really want to help you, do you not understand every word that I utter. I'm typing this **** out so I know I didn't stutter. I want you to know that you're the greatest hugger and the best worst friend that could attach to a lover.