The truth is I rather stare at a white wall looking for cracks then listen to you complain about all your deadbeat boyfriends. News flash, I knew they were 50 shades of stupidity a month before the light dawned on you. But me being big sister has to somehow wrap your crap in a pretty little bow and eat it like its a delicious slice of strawberry swirled cheesecake. Life is so unfair, I was the smart one that never got the dates and you get to be a pretty baby momma. And while I was just beginning to learn how to date, here moves in my sister and her two kids. Now we have to make it work, and all that b*******.