Yeah, I’ve seen a breakdown, and this ain’t it. This time a year ago, I spent the night in the truck at the county mental hospital, because my 15-year-old was having a for-real breakdown! (Things are much better now, although I still don’t trust her as far as I can throw my car.)
I might see your 5% on another day, but dang. She married Weiner, surely knowing what he was, and had a child. I wish you or I could raise her son!