Since you have been moping about TFO, I have been limping on one side. The pain is constant and the painkillers have side effects. If I forget to take one, heaven forbid, the result is what you so politely call "extreme discomfort." Yet I have somehow managed. I take good care of the man whose hand you see in my avatar, and he takes care of me. I hold down more than one job in a calendar year, and I have, wait for it, friends. I want no bugger's pity, although I gladly accept the better parking spaces... what makes me, a mere weak little woman who is apparently so easily influenced by others, able to accomplish things, while you, a tall and strong young male, can't even finish one draft of your book in the privacy and comfort of your apartment? What is the difference? I've had stupid exes, too. I told you about some of them. But apparently none of those experiences were as life-destroying as teenagers messing with teenagers? What?