I had not taken into account the years of repressed anger and indignation that would come pouring forth when I made the decision to embrace myself. It would be wise for me to have a care. My boys were picked up, and left miserable and confused. I cried just like them. Because I am so sorry my choices have been as poor as they have been. I think I broke my voice. Looks like that Juanes song may be the last thing I ever sing. Possibly the first thing too.