I’m sorry if I’m difficult. My father left me when I was a toddler and I pretty much raised myself because my parents were young and drunk. So I’m sorry that everyone else who’s ever left me will bare the brunt of that anger. And lots of people, who I’ve loved dearly and would have done anything for, have left me. Meanly. So when I react the way I do, take a moment and try to understand why and what role you may have played. Yes, I hold grudges, but unless you’ve been inside my heart, you couldn’t possibly understand the hurt and depression and worthlessness.