and she even lies to cops

AU where Pidge is the hacker in a group of badguy-type spies along with her colleagues Lance and Hunk, and Shiro is a rookie cop who’s constantly been trying to catch them as his special assignment but it’s tough because nobody’s ever seen them and they’re super elusive so all he has to go off is like rumors?? But then one heist went wrong and Pidge kinda got stuck so Shiro ends up catching her and ???? he’s so confused ?? that this tiny, adorable… thing??? is the socially deviant potty-mouthed hacker??? Until she opens her mouth and then he’s like okay yeah yep there it is, i see it now, got it.

(anyway he ends up not turning her in because he wants to use her as leverage to find the other two so he drags her everywhere and doesn’t let her out of his sight, but it’s kinda pointless because she’s a hardass who refuses to talk and– you know what, y’all know how those dumb romcoms go)

EDIT: You know what, she’s not a “badguy-type” hacker. She’s totally like a vigilante justice hacker, working on taking down shady but unfortunately legal businesses and people. Yep. 

EDIT EDIT: Please for the love of god, read this post instead. It got better.

EDIT EDIT EDIT: I started writing it.

My roommate was AWFUL. I got him evicted.

So I go to the Universtiy of South Carolina and study Chemical Engineering. My roommate moved out after the first week of school and shortly after I got a random roommate with me in my apartment. He didn’t go to USC. He went to Allen and he didnt have classes on Tues and Thursday and I had 8:30s. He would have a lot of people over every day and they would be SO FUCKING LOUD. it would last until like 3am every night. He even let some guy come over just to let him do his fucking laundry. Which I would’ve been all right with if it wasnt 3 fucking AM. And then he would beat his gf in the middle of the night and even at 5am sometimes. I called the cops. She lied about it. They couldnt do anything. A few days after that he left some dude at the apartment (which he is not allowed to do as part of the contract) and I told the person they had to leave. And my roommate came back almost immediately and knocked on my door and asked me “how you gonna tell this man ti leave?”. I was recording everything on my phone. I just kept arguing and. Arguing with him. I really wanted him to threaten me. He did. He said he was gonna beat my ass and slap the fuck outta me. I was never so happy to hear someone say that. I took the recording to my apartment manager and showed it to her and she immediately began working on evicting him. Thank god! But I made him angry on purpose to get him evicted but seriously fuck that dude. I missed classes from lack of sleep from his BS and it was just not pleasant living with him

debunking the bullshit about France

Ok. I’m SO tired of this. Recently, I saw this kind of things a lot of times on Twitter : 

I think most of you are aware, but I must say it : this is a lie.

I REPEAT : THIS IS A PURE LIE.

Please, don’t just believe things like that. Please, don’t fall for fake scary news about what is happening everywhere in the world, without check it seriously.

First of all, THERE ISN’T NO-GO ZONES IN FRANCE. In 2015 when the Charlie Hebdo attack happened, Fox news said there were zones non-muslim people couldn’t even enter, and where this is a civil war. Of course this is a lie, and the map of this guy is like, totally random

I mean, really, absolutely random. 

THIS.
IS.
A LIE.

I’m so mad that this thing is still on the internet. Apparently, there are still people who believe this. I don’t even know how to say it : please don’t believe the bullshit only said to make you afraid…

What is actually currently happening in France : there are protest marchs in Paris against racism, and to support Théo, a young black man who has been raped by cops. (yep. disgusting. and people are angry, they march to protest. I mean, I don’t see anything wring with this. Pamela Geller talks about this in her article, but this has nothing in common with the “no-go zones” that don’t even exist.)


Plus, after checking quicly Pamela Geller’s page, I think she just tell lies after lies for the sake of islamophobia. But apparently, according to the comments, people actually believe her ?????

^ This one is made up out of nothing. lies again.

Please don’t fall for this.

Please, PLEASE, don’t fall for this shit.

(a last example and I stop. Sorry I only speak about France because it’s what I know best, since I live here…)

^nope

- An guy did try to attack soldiers with a machete. He was shot and apprehended.

- Tourists were “locked down” by the soldiers for security reasons, not because they were ostages or something.

- France isn’t on edge. People barely talked about this.

MEANWHILE, HE DIDN’T SPEAK ABOUT THE ACTUAL ATTACK IN QUEBEC, WHERE SIX MUSLIM PEOPLE DIED.


I hate reading comments in English on social media who believe all of this. I hate reading comments that either hate us, pity us, saying : “these countries host refugees and see how they are rewarded !!!”. Because it’s nothing like you think.

Yes, true, some refugees are taken care of, in a way ? And most of them are still living a nightmare here. I mean. In Paris, for example, authorities have forbidden people to give them anything to eat near the humanitarian center. They put rocks on the ground where they used to sleep. They confiscated their blankets.

Please, I’m begging here. I’m talking to all American people : stop falling for the bullshit they say about us to make you afraid. Please don’t believe we’re a generous contry for refugees (no). Please don’t make an example of us (or an excuse) to be cruel towards refugees. Please don’t use attacks that happened here to hate innocent muslim people.

And please. Stay informed. This is important.

Good luck in these tough time, America. 

Jealous much - Request

Requested by @carleyspn:  Hi I was wondering if you do a Dean Winchester one, like Dean is interviewing a girl for a case, the reader & Dean are dating, the reader thinks she’s into him & becomes very clingy,like wrapping her arm around his arm & etc. Thank you :)

Summary: (Y/N) and Dean are interrogating a girl during a case and the girl gets too flirty with Dean, which makes (Y/N) get super jealous and do all kinds of weird stuff to claim her place as Dean’s girlfriend.

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Word count: 951

Warnings: Language, perhaps.

A/N: I’m the most jealous person there is, so this was a piece of cake. Enjoy!

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

It wasn’t hard to notice how the girl’s eyes wandered Dean’s body from head to toe when he got into the interrogation room, or how she bit her lip afterwards and squirmed on her seat. Less to say, how her eyes wouldn’t leave the man for the slightest second, or the soft voice she used to reply to his questions.

“So, where were you the night Montgomery got killed?” Dean asked, using his professional voice.

“I was at Queen’s bar…” She replied as her fingers traced circles over the table, “I like to be there… Especially on Friday’s at eight…”

Dean looked up at her tiredly. His eyebrows were close to his green eyes, framing his dominant expression and causing the girl’s insides to tickle. “At Queen’s bar, huh?” The girl nodded, “The last place Montgomery was seen at.”

The girl, who at first had decided to hide the truth, was far too overwhelmed by Dean’s presence to even care anymore. Hell, she was so distracted with Dean she didn’t even notice (Y/N) – Detective Moriarty, as she had introduced herself – glaring at her.

Of course, (Y/N) couldn’t really blame her. She had drooled over Dean as he got suited up in front of her back at the motel room they were staying at. The soft white shirt he was wearing combined with the dark green tie and his new charcoal-black coat had done things to her, and they were certainly doing things to the girl in front of him.

“I suppose… I didn’t really saw him.” The girl lied, trying to focus back on her story rather than fantasizing over those plump lips tracing her every inch of skin.

Dean leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, and even with the multiple layers of clothing, both women could see how his muscles tensed under the fabric. He sighed and licked his lips, and the girl mimicked him unconsciously – and that was the cherry on top.

(Y/N) couldn’t control her jealousy. Yes, she was a professional and she was used to play the distant cop while Dean interrogated people, but that was too much for her to bear and so she walked confidently closer to the man, standing right behind him and putting her hands over his shoulders; which she squeezed lightly seconds after.

The girl seemed to notice, and although she gave (Y/N) a scared look, she continued to flirt with Dean. Of course, it wasn’t as cynical as it had been, but she was still doing it and it got to (Y/N)’s nerves faster than a knife would stab her.

“What was your relationship with Montgomery?” Dean asked, unable not to react to his girlfriend’s sudden touch. (Y/N) noticed this and started massaging his shoulders discreetly.

“We were just friends.” The girl stated.

“Friends with benefits would be the right word. Wouldn’t it?” Dean lifted an eyebrow.

“I- I suppose, yeah.” The breathed out, “But I called it quits.”

“Why would that be?”

“He was just an immature guy… I need a real man by my side.” Her voice lowered an octave at that last sentence, which made (Y/N) squeeze Dean’s shoulder’s harshly – and ignore when he flinched – before she took the seat next to him and wrapped her arm with his.

“Funny.” Dean chuckled cruelly, “Because Martha – your best friend – claims that you are the one that got dumped.”

The girl shuddered at the statement, looking angry for a split second before her eyes turned into seductive mode. “Detective, I know what you are thinking.”

“Do you?” Dean inquired and the girl nodded slowly.

“I promise I’m not the bad one here…” Her fingers started approaching Dean’s hands, which were set over the metal table, “If you got to know me better you’d understand.”

Dean removed his hands, placing one over his lap and the other over (Y/N)’s knee protectively. “I think I know enough, thank you.”

The girl leaned closer, “Do you really think so, Detective?” she flirted.

“I do, have a good day, Miss.” He insisted and, before the girl could complain, (Y/N) gave her the deadliest death glare there has ever been given and that was more than enough to get the girl out of the room.

“What a skank.” (Y/N) muttered as the door closed behind the suspect.

“I actually thought she was nice.” Dean joked, knowing how his girlfriend really felt.

(Y/N) gave him a dumbfounded look, making him laugh. “Jealous much?”

“Me? Jealous?” She let out a huff, “Never, she’s got anything on me.”

“Right and that’s why you broke your part and got all clingy.” Dean chuckled and (Y/N)’s cheeks blushed.

“She was all over you!” She complained.

“Correction: You were all over me, and I’m not complaining.” Dean replied with a flirty smile.

“I needed to let her know who she was dealing with.” (Y/N) tried to defend herself.

“No need to explain,” Dean said, “I like it when you’re jealous.”

“Whatever, can we please kill her on our way to the witch?” (Y/N) whined.

“Actually, I think she’s the witch.” Dean stated.

“How so?”

“She kind of unbuttoned her shirt a little while you were giving your back on us and I saw this tattoo that…”

“THAT BITCH UNBOTTONED HER GODDAMN SHIRT?!” She roared, “That’s it! I’ll go stab her right now.”

Dean chuckled at his girlfriend’s behaviour and forced her to sit back down – she was ready to get out and kill the witch already – cupping her cheeks to keep her still. “Patience, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you dare to talk about patience, Winchester.” Dean smiled warmly at her and left a heated kiss on her lips.

“Let me rephrase: I love it when you’re jealous.”


*Requests are ALWAYS open*

idk what it is about watching people deny and downplay sansa’s role in sweetsleepgate but it drives me up the wall. it probably has to do with the fact i have to constantly watch everyone argue she’s the smartest player in the game! until it comes down to this in which case she’s conveniently and totally ignorant. they honestly ignore every bit of sansa’s arc and characterization and common sense and its so frustrating to behold. because the writing itself is not that ambiguous. it’s very clear whats happening here. 

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I’m just gonna go on a semi long rant about the recent spoilers. So for those who didn’t read them or don’t believe them (more power to you, but there’s too many signs hinting at them being true for me to ignore them) i’ll put this under a cut.

I also intend to repost this after episode 3x05 has aired.


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anonymous asked:

Did you hear about the woman who was arrested, got out of her handcuffs, climbed into the front of the cop car she was in and drove off with it? And the cops somehow miraculously managed to arrest her at the end without having to resort to lethal force, even though she literally fucking stole a police car???

Sounds about white.

For comparison, Jordan Edwards was shot and killed by a cop after the police first lied and claimed that the car he was in was coming towards the officer in an aggressive manner, but it turned out the car was driving away from him.
-V

Malcolm in the Middle sentence starters
  • "I am destined to be the most miserable person on earth."
  • "I want a sundae and then some pizza."
  • "So, what kind of socks are you wearing?"
  • "I will leave home forever! Or I'll never leave... whatever's worse."
  • "You don't have any friends."
  • "You spent $300 on sequins?"
  • "I want to wear my pajamas to school."
  • "I expect nothing and I'm still let down."
  • "I can smell colors."
  • "I have social skills, jackass."
  • "I'm just gonna go crawl under a rock now."
  • "People can't help what they like."
  • "In our house, 'feelings' is the F word."
  • "Are you trying to seduce me?"
  • "I'll get up when the world stops being a cruel joke."
  • "I know what you're gonna say and believe me, I totally agree."
  • "There was no excuse for what I did. It was idiotic, immature."
  • "I was being sneaky and stuff."
  • "You're going down."
  • "Who's this dork?"
  • "You wanna go learn something about the real world?"
  • "Too bad. You're coming."
  • "I got the DVD player but we'll need to steal another $600 if you want the surround sound."
  • "Maybe we can figure out some sort of deal."
  • "Nothing exciting ever happens around here."
  • "I just wanted somebody to like me."
  • "She's cute, she's smart and she even lies to cops."
  • "I'm in ass heaven."
  • "I'm Mr. Cool."
  • "Why does everything end in a group suicide with you?"
  • "What happened to your face?"
  • "What happened to your pants?"
  • "Well maybe she wouldn't be a lesbian if you tucked in your shirt once in awhile."
  • "There was nothing they could do about it."
  • "I don't want to burn up any calories repeating myself."
  • "I just don't get why we're celebrating. It seems wrong."
  • "If he wants to marry a total stranger, that's his business."
  • "Have you really thought about what you're doing?"
  • "I'll spend the rest of my life being sweet to her."
  • "You will never connect normally with another human being."
  • "We photoshopped your head in."
  • "I have a need to show off."
  • "When they laugh, I'm sure they're always laughing at me."
  • "They're all jealous."
  • "I bet you feel like a jackass."
  • "This in no way justifies what you said before."
  • "It's ditch day."
  • "I'm surprised you didn't hear. Everyone was telling their friends... Oh."
  • "The professor of boozeology has some homework for you."
  • "What's he doing here?"
  • "I know I always say gossip rots your soul, but it doesn't count when it's this good."
  • "I'm so glad we don't have any secrets."
  • "I'm glad you told me."
  • "Feels good to come clean."
  • "I ended up at the supermarket, where I squeezed all the Wonderbread into balls, so the manager threw me out."
  • "Oh my God, I'm as unpopular as you?"
  • "You don't have to freak out, I know how to handle him."
  • "Thank you for inviting me."
  • "Are you trying to prove you can't go out in public?"
  • "This is your last chance."
  • "Don't try 911. They're not qualified."
  • "Maybe we need to look at ourselves honestly."
  • "You're a ruthlessly brutal thug."
  • "I have my moods."
  • "Look how it was my first impulse to criticize you, that just shows what a pompous asshole I am."
  • "I usually assume people are my enemy."

gene schrader’s mom;

  • pretty much only calls when she wants something
  • still pays his rent for him because she thinks that makes up for her lack of actual parenting
  • goes doctor shopping to get prescriptions for valium and xanax, which she eats like they’re fucking candy because she has ‘anxiety’. she’s been doing this on and off since gene’s childhood
  • sleeps 18 hours a day on a good day, rarely walks her dog yet wonders why he’s so fat
  • goes to bingo like all the time
  • is blissfully ignorant to how much gene manipulates her into doing shit. she’s even lied to cops to give her son an alibi before and isn’t allowed into her own garage because gene keeps his power tools in there (as well as a freezer with a body in it)
  • stopped digging around in gene’s bedroom at her house when she found his (worryingly fresh) cum jar
  • has some serious fucking money courtesy of her late husband’s life insurance payout
  • used to be a total wino
  • is fully aware that there is something seriously wrong with her son but doesn’t know what

Post Ep Ponderings September 8

Well, ED writers, you got me. You got me interested in the Jai and Nell storyline. Even though I knew something had to be going on there, I just couldn’t really bring myself to care, until the end of last week. I can’t believe Nell is so good that she got Moira to call the cops on Jai. It seems like Jai has a lot of evidence to prove that Nell was lying the whole time, but the lies she told Moira would seem to explain all that. Does anyone remember when exactly Priya and Rishi walked in? I know Nell had already fallen and I know at some point Nell admitted what she did, but I can’t remember if they actually heard her say it. Now the question becomes does Jai have enough physical evidence to prove to the police AND Moira?

I can’t believe Pete still wants to be with Leyla. Honestly, even before the Priya stuff, I had a hard time believing that he really liked her that way. Best part of this story on Friday was Priya telling off Emma, for sure.

For all the jobs Ross has done, for all his criminal brain, especially in combination with Debbie (who, don’t get me wrong, tries to be good, but is the child of Cain and Charity after all), I don’t know why either of them didn’t possibly think of maybe selling the car that Ross stole and buying a new luxury car with that money. Then there would be another sweet car to rent out and it wouldn’t be stolen. Not perfect, but better.

I Can't Take Anymore (Part 1)

Request: Could you please do a tony perry imagine where he is you are bestfreinds and you have an abusive boyfriend and tony finds out and beats him up and then you and tony get together xx i have asked so many people and no one has done it so please !!!! Xxx 

*Tony’s POV*

My best friend, Y/N, has been acting strange lately. She’s been really jumpy & scared of everything. This hasn’t been a one time thing though, it’s been going on for months & months. I hate seeing her like this. I’ve wanted to ask what was wrong so many times but..I was scared it would set her off.

Worst thing was was that I’m in love her. Yes, me, Tony Perry, is in love with Y/F/N Y/L/N. But I could tell it was never gonna happen. She’s perfectly happy with her boyfriend, Shawn. I snapped out of my trance when Vic, Mike, Jaime walked onto the bus.

“Hey Tone…we have to talk.” Vic said, followed by Mike & Jaime. 

“Yeah? What’s up." 

"Do you like Y/N?” I instantly froze. 

“Um, what?" 

"I said, do you like Y/N.”

“Um, pshh, where did you get that from?” They can tell I was blushing. 

“Dude, we know stuff, you like her don’t you?" 

"Like her? I’m in love with her. It breaks my heart to see her with Shawn.” I answered.

“AWWWWWWW." 

"Shut up." 

"How come you never told us?” Mike spoke. 

“I didn’t tell anyone really." 

"Tony’s got a crush, Tony’s got a crush.” Jaime sang. 

“Dude." 

"Sorry. So are you gonna tell her?”

“Do you know how awkward it would be between us? I think we’re better off as friends.”

“But you wanna be more than friends, don’t you?" 

"Well yeah but-" 

"So go after her. Tell her how you really feel." 

"She’s in a relationship guys, I can’t just go after her. I can’t tell her I’m in love with her. It’ll ruin everything.” 

“Well I think her & Shawn are having problems.” Vic whispered. 

“How would you know?" 

"Well for starters, she’s always crying & so down. And yesterday I-uh.” He stopped talking. 

“You what?" 

"Um nothing.”  He quickly shot up, but I grabbed his arm.

“Vic spill it out.” He could tell I wasn’t joking. 

“Fine. I saw…a couple of cuts on her wrists. And they were new.” He explained. 

“What? Are you sure?" 

"Positive. I was talking to her about our album then I saw them on her wrists. I pretended I got a text from Mike saying he wanted to meet me." 

"Why would she do that?" 

"No idea." 

"Well..thanks guys. I'mma go talk to her later." 

*A couple of hours later*

After the band left he studio, I went to Y/N’s house to have a little talk with her. I NEED to know what’s going on with her. 

"Y/N, this is a really nice dinner your made but…can I talk to you?”

“Always." 

"Um, so why did you..how did..for what reason…did you cut…yourself?” Nothing but silence. I should’ve minded my own business.  

“Um, well uh-I-uh-" 

"It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry I aske-”

“No, no, it’s ok, I’ll tell you. Well, Shawn has been…hitting me & coming home drunk at like 2 in the morning.”

“So he’s been abusing you?” She nodded. I was in complete shock. 

“How long has this been going on?" 

”…about three months.“

"And you never told anyone?” She shook her head no. 

“Are you serious? You know how dangerous this can get?" 

"Did I forget to mention he cheated on me too?" 

"What the fuck Y/N!” This was making me sick to my stomach. “He cheated on you and you’re still with him?" 

"He apologized & I forgave him." 

"How’d you find out?" 

"I was at the park with Y/F/N I saw him lip-locking with this skank. I confronted him about it and he said it was a one time thing & he’ll never do it again. He lied. Then came the hitting & the cursing & the drinking. I always thought he’d change but it never happened." 

"Have you even thought about going to the cops?" 

"If I do, Shawn would just rough me up even more. He already gave me that bruise on my stomach & I don’t need anymore." 

”…you said ran into a door.“ 

"Yeah. A door named Shawn.” She mumbled. 

“Y/N, WHO ARE YOU IN THERE WITH?” We heard a voice coming from outside & keys jingling in the lock. 

“Holy crap it’s Shawn! Tony you gotta go." 

"But Y/N." 

"Go! Now!” She warned me. But it was too late. 

~

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“Game Over, Charles” - Alternate Ending

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

JESSICA DILAURENTIS

“That Night,” CeCe Drake was at the Hastings residence talking to Melissa. As she was leaving, she cut through the DiLaurentis yard where she witnessed Mrs. Dilaurentis burying Alison. Not one to miss an opportunity, she made her presence known, and Jessica had been paying her off to keep quiet ever since. When Alison turned up alive two years later and Jessica saw CeCe in the police station, she grew nervous that she would be incriminated. She decided it was time to finally let go of her loyalties to Bethany’s father and tell the truth should she be questioned.

She was in the midst of drafting an email to Mr. Young when Kenneth appeared and addressed her activity. Jessica broke down and told Kenneth about the affair, Bethany and Marion on the roof, Bethany hitting Alison, and burying their daughter with her own two hands. She told him she was done with secrets and wanted to tell the police everything. Kenneth was angry with his soon-to-be-ex-wife over her years of lies and couldn’t bear the potential shame of having such torrid family affairs exposed to the public. He switched her blood pressure medication before returning to the police station and awaiting the return of his daughter. Later that evening, CeCe stopped by the house to speak with Jessica about her conversation with the cops. Instead, she found Jessica’s dead body. She buried her the same way she’d watched Mrs. DiLaurentis bury Alison.

THE DOLLHOUSE

The Game was growing stale. Too often, extraneous circumstances prevented Wren’s schemes from coming to fruition, the supporting players - boyfriends, parents, random nosy acquaintances - causing him to lose focus. Eddie Lamb, for instance, had been a nurse at Radley for decades and knew that Wren was Charles. When Wren came back to work there, Eddie started watching him a little too closely, growing suspicious of his mental well-being. Unable to risk his true identity being revealed and losing control of the game, Wren had to dissolve the issue. So, in a barrel full of chemicals, he dissolved Eddie Lamb.

Wren knew those side projects had to stop. They were only wasting time. He needed a place of his own, a completely controlled environment in which he could hold the Ali and her friends and conduct more precise and complicated experiments. There, the game would never stop nor stray off course. He would play with the girls constantly in his very own Dollhouse.

Executing this plan did not come without challenges. Wren, CeCe, and Melissa all had places to be and appearances to make in order to avert suspicion and retain a sense of normalcy. They couldn’t maintain the Dollhouse 24/7. Wren needed someone who wouldn’t otherwise be missed to help run the establishment and watch over the girls. Who better to recruit than Sara Harvey, a missing teen who’d been living as a runaway for the past two years. Wren tracked her down and offered her money, food, clothing, a place to live, and everything she wanted or needed, in exchange for her services. She could not only be an extra set of hands and eyes on the girls, but eventually, another way to mess with their heads. 

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That’s all, folks. I THINK most remaining questions can be inferred based on the major plot points that were outlined. If there’s something I’ve neglected, or there’s a major plot hole, please let me know, and I’ll try to remedy it. 

Thanks for enduring my coping mechanism. ;)

These won’t be the last messages from her but I won’t respond until she does what’s right. I had to cut my mom off because her boyfriend made advances towards me and threatened my boyfriend. He boyfriend has sent her to the hospital and punched my brother in the face and no one can count how many times the cops have been called on the house by the neighbours or my grandparents. Her boyfriend has gotten her back into hard drugs and has tried to cut off my grandfathers hand with a saw and has harassed my grandmother, all after I cut her off.

I’ve let my mother abuse me in every way but a physical way my entire life, even after I moved in with my father. But she watched her boyfriend punch her son and my brother in the face and then believed her boyfriends lies. Even when this ass told the truth she wouldn’t take my brothers side. I was terrified her boyfriend was going to rape me and I know she wouldn’t do anything about it if he did, she’d probably allow it. So I had to cut her off. I miss her with my entire being but she doesn’t love me enough to get rid of someone so toxic and I can’t be close to a woman who would let someone hurt her family in such a way. It sucks. And I still love her, but it’s best for me.