Dear T,

You are a crafty one. You told me it was fine to ask if you think my childhood sucked, but ultimately I needed to let myself have the opinion I wanted instead of asking you to have it for me and therefore give me permission to have it.

I was so mad at you, I emailed you saying, rather less politely, eff you, it sucked and you don't get to tell me it didn't because you weren't there so what would you know about it.

That's what you wanted, isn't it? I hope so. I really hope you smiled when you saw my email and didn't just notice how many times I told you to go eff yourself.