I am just so tired of being attacked and having my words taken out of context and twisted around.
You want to call me a bad mother? Have a field day. You want to call me unfunny? Knock yourself out. But you’re writing scenarios about my son being raped and molested, and then you’re calling me disturbed? It boggles the mind.
Fine. You know what? It’s down. I can’t stand the sight of those words on this page anymore. So a few little limp-dicked nobodies won their little fight. I hope you’re all quite happy.