I’m sorry. As a mom stuck 3000 miles from all family and support in order to keep my children with me ( I’m stuck here until the children are both 18, or 10 years yet, because the custody agreement does not allow me to move home and take them with me) I feel for your predicament.

Like my son taught me at seven, when he taught me to play chess,

Never trust your opponent.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.