I don’t know if I’ll be around to see my adult sons get married or have kids. They might do neither. I might be the main or second-place reason for that. I get flashbacks to moments when I was typing behind a computer screen for sometimes hours, while they played with toys or watched videos — videos I allowed so I could keep pretending to be who I’m not in cyberspace. My younger one had a speech impediment until high school, and even now sometimes people can’t totally understand him. I didn’t talk to him much when I was being a fake cool online person. I even thought it was cute that he mispronounced words that other kids his age said perfectly. I am sorry.