She’s family, so there’s blood tying you together. But every time she calls, you wind up feeling gutted.

You love him, but you spend more time crying over the words you write in your journal than you spend laughing (and you know from past experience that the quality of your relationships with guys is inversely proportional to how much time you spend writing in your journal).

You’ve known each other for years. You once called her your best friend. But you realize you continually have expectations of her she fails to meet.