that you talk about me when I’m not there, that you have conversations about my life and business, that you bring up the past. It all comes back to me. But when I’m in the same room as you, you say nothing. We’re just stone cold strangers, and you don’t even care. You can’t have it both ways. Either grow up and speak to me or stop talking about me, because I don’t like strangers all up in my business. You have the choice for us not to be strangers, but you never take it, so here we are.