If anyone wonders why I never talk about my son...

the previous post is why.

I cannot spit enough rage and hurt when I think about it, and, if you know me, you probably would rather not have to deal with my going into that rampage when I think about it.

So that's why I don't discuss it. Some wounds can't be opened, or you cannot live your life - you'll be too busy bleeding.

That is all.