Looks like what I helped you build is still going.  I bet you have yet to see anything from it except a drain on your families income, time and quality.  Still glad you traded it for our friendship?  I certainly am because my family's future is solid, we have more quality time together and none of your drama.  You may act like the successful business woman who can do it all, but everyone knows you got your little shop by walking on my back and stabbing me there when I told you my wallet was dry.  I hope the shop of lies (because it is NOT all local) buries you financially, emotionally and spiritually and leaves you the shell of a soul that you truly are. 
I may not be good at sweeping floors or lying to people about how great their hand-made shit is but I guess that means that I'm honest and smart enough to know that your messes can never be cleaned up.  BTW, wash your fucking coffee cup when you're done instead of letting it become a pool of bacteria and clean the front desk because that is noticed long before the floors.