I don't know if you're a guy or a gal but I'll leave you with this before I hit the rack - when all else fails and I've been as diplomatic as I can be and it still hasn't worked - I whip out the b***h because that's what bullying made me.

Not a day goes by that I don't mourn the woman I might have been if I'd been treated with a little kindness by my mother and those neighbor kids.

I imagine that there are things you mourn too. You're still young enough to make a lot of good memories for yourself if you can. Just something to think about.

Talk to you later.