No, I don't have friends. I have people I occasionally socialize with that barely acknowledge my existence Wow, I guess I'm inside to others too. I could be kidnapped and murdered for at least days before anyone would even notice I'm missing.
Was it easy to make up all those lies about me? Was it easy to blame me? Was it easy watching her tear me apart? Was it easy to break someone's heart like that? Because you couldn't tell the truth, because you are afraid of her.