Awwww, look at you! Where did you you get your psychology degree? Were the classes hard? I had no idea you were so skilled in psychoanalysis.
You're doing like a C+, maybe a B minus job of keeping track of my life to this point, but it's slipping the more specific you try to get. You're on track with the general theme of how I don't get to spend as much time with my child as I would in a perfect world, but the details are just falling all apart on you.
I apologize that this isn't going like you planned. I know you thought you could just accuse me of being a bad father until I went on tilt and started demanding your address so we could settle it on the lawn. But that's not going to happen, because you can't make me mad. That would require me to value your opinion even a little bit.
I can see that's your "wheelhouse" so to speak. You don't have the intellectual weaponry to win at a real back-and-forth, so you compensate by just getting as incendiary as you can right away. Classic drag-them-down-to-your-level-and-win-with-experience strategy. If you turn it ugly, that gives you home field advantage.
That's about a few things, really. Displacement could be one. Projection perhaps. Ultimately, though, I'd say it's rooted in a pervasive fear of rejection. The defensively motivated desire to lash out and push others away due to struggles with intimacy that stem from having been jilted in significant moments when you had previously allowed yourself to be emotionally available.
It's not your fault...hey, sport.............it's not your fault.
