The rise and fall of my personal monarchy

The rise and fall of my personal monarchy. Or how I paid about twenty-eight grand for a crockpot and a rubber tree.

This is less about me and mostly about the man who donated a sperm to my development. This is about love and hate. Trust and betrayal. Mostly it is advice on some really crummy stuff that happened to me in the hopes that it does not happen to any other ambitious persons children.