He's not my father. My father is as useless as yours is, if not more so. A lot of people back where I grew up would have cheerfully slaughtered things for the kind of coddled childhood you see as so miserable and limiting.

And it's none of your business.

Besides, at least I'm not so ashamed of who I am that I made up an alter ego to do what I was too afraid to do. I know who I am.