"Oh, c’mon, like your darkest hour was anywhere near as dark as a public hate-outing,” scoffs Kurt, and for a second I want to squash his head like a small, gooey insect. “So you got pregnant at sixteen, got disowned by your right-wing fundamentalist family and spent some indeterminate amount of time pregnant and homeless before getting kicked around various baby daddies’ family dwellings out of sheer unemotional obligation, and THEN after giving up your baby went into a deep, dark pit of goth-y post-partum depression verging on psychosis that no one picked up or intervened on, despite your somebody please notice I’m dying inside makeover. No, you couldn’t possibly understand real pain and humiliation like being gaybashed."