Yes. You have figured me out, o great one. And me, working SO HARD to pretend for all these years.

And you, the picture of mental health. I bet all the women in your life have glowing things to say about you.

No, dear man, you did not touch a nerve. I am very comfortable discussing my past, and the ways it affected me, and the steps I’ve taken to change that experience for my children. But I think it’s sweet that you diagnosed me.

It’s like you have TWO jobs today!

Honestly, because I don’t mind being honest with you, I don’t remember the points you were trying to make. They got lost in your misogynistic tone, your superior attitude, your insulting lecture, your juvenile name-calling, and your entitled whining.

Maybe a different approach would invite thoughtful answers to a civilized discussion, if you actually want to understand the reasons someone does something.

I just kind of think that is not what you are looking for.

I’m ending this pointless interaction. Reply all you want. I won’t be back.

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.

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.