I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I’m pissed. I’m H U M A N. And I cannot come here and give you the ugly details of why or what (for fear of use during useless litigation), but I can sit here and explain my anger and ask the questions I’ll never get to ask. Writing them into the abyss feels better than to keep them in my mind space and wondering how evil prevails… THEN…this weekend I was put in my place. I was told “it’s none of your business.” When I say ‘put in my place,’ I mean given a new perspective from someone who’s gone through a similar experience, or something of…