I confide in you and you want to blow up? You are an adult, start acting like one. You have 5 kids and another one on the way, you don’t work, and you make the stupidest excuses about why you can’t. I’m working my ass off, just trying to vent and one comment set you off? No booboo. I know you have a lot going on, you’ve mentioned your regrets, and I was there for you. Found humor in your stupid jokes, your promiscuity, and intelligence. I dealt with your inappropriate behaviors and language. I guess I’m to blame for tolerating such ignorance. I spoke the truth and maybe it was anger from your realization, a type of self reflection if you will. It was blunt and honest. I guess you can’t handle. I don’t ever want to see you, or speak to you, let alone be related to you. Good Luck to you and I hope one day you can achieve greatness. Or that your kids can work harder than you even tried to do so.