Bullshit.

Your mom liked me better than you did. She thought I could save you, but you were tired and bored and stupid... and dumped me. Two weeks after that she called, said you were so wrong, didn't know what you were doing but regreted it, You two must get together, darling, she said, So you can straighten things up, he loves you but hasn't notest yet. Well, I haven't either, and I serously hope you don't ever notest that you secretly deeply love(d) me, 'cause whatever you feel is bullshit, honey, believe me, anything.