That's when they lost me

When she said they loved me.  I had to bite my tongue.  Love me?  You don't even know me.  And please don't refer to me as "Auntie" to your children.  It is offensive to their actual aunt(s) and to me, being patronized with a familial title.  We know so little of one another, there is no way I am a close friend.  I have never had anything beyond a table top philisophical discussion with you.  It is easy to confuse shared confidences with friendship.  A similar thing happens with sex all the time (being intimate versus intimacy).  Don't get me wrong, I think you are lovely, but it is offensive and insulting to me when you say you love me and I have no evidence of that in my life.  I sincerely do not resent that you do not actually love me, really I don't, though I am clearly angry writing this.  I resent the hollowness of the sentiment of love expressed by you.  It does not match up with what we are to one another and I do not like that word flung around, especially in times of despair, like it means something between us.  I talked to a near stranger because I knew I could not count on you to respond to an email--that radio silence, though it might have been benign and filled with intention to respond, did not erase my need for a safe space to vent.  And that is why I get so angry when again my life is around my ears, I am now in the same time zone and within driving distance and I might as well be across the ocean.  I expected more from you because you insisted we are more.  I will now treat our relationship how it is in practice which means I will see you when I see you.  I will not extend myself to be a part of your life as I did in the past, responding to your sentiment and ignoring your inaction.  I do not consider us enough to even invest in this discussion with you.  I would rather it be a benign extraction that naturally works itself out over time until we are down to 2-3 times a year greeting.  I welcome that.  I look forward to no longer having to endure your sentiment absent of action without alternatives.  I will have genuine friends and I will be one as well.  One day...