I freaked out. I screamed about how they treat me like dirt, that I am not a servant, that I just wanted to have fun with them.
I left early for my dinner plans, went to the mall, and bought myself a coat. That'll learn them.
While at dinner, I got the following text from my then ten year old son.
"Mom this is G, sorry that I'm so stupid and sexist u are equal with dad and I love you so u can forgive me but it's okay if u don't I understand I love u and u are just as good as any housewives of Beverly Hills i love u."