It was an interesting process. She's friends with me, she loves me, she hates me, she misses me, she's friends with me. The last conversation was all "I'm glad we`re talking you`re such a good friend. Glad all that BS is behind us." She turns my mutual friends against me, against which I had no defense because I made it a point not to drag them into it, so all they heard was one side, I go away for a few weeks, the traitorous friends feed on each other's anti-minionism, I come back, I'm the villain and everyone hates me, as if I'd been doing horrible things to people's less public orifices with objects of unusual discomfort, while being aw