First it was the constant complaints about your boyfriend. How incompetent he is. How you have to do everything. You make more money than him so you have to pay for a lot of things. His Anniversary gift wasn’t good enough. Not once did I hear you say one nice thing about him. Not one. Apparently you just wanted someone to listen to these constant complaints because when I would say “sounds like you should move on and meet someone else” you’d look at me like I said something awful. Then you started in about your brother. How he’s a mess. You have to pay his cellphone. He can’t get it together. You have to save him. Seeing a pattern here? Then Palestine started becoming a huge news story and you of course found a way to insert yourself. Your Instagram feed became a constant deluge of dead babies, blurbs and quotes about Palestine. It didn’t stop there. Next was the Pro Palestine tshirts but the real icing on the cake was the tattoo! A bloody tattoo for Palestine! Cringe. Oh and the best part “people are constantly thanking me for posting this stuff on my Instagram.” Sure, Jan. I’m sure they love scrolling and seeing dead women and children. Get over yourself!