I felt sorry for her - she was only a kid. I was a right idiot very naive at that age too. She is just a kid trying to grow into herself - we've all made fools of ourselves. At 21, I thought I was an intellectual and had a leather bag and a slim volume of poetry and a Palestinian Liberation Army style scarf round my neck.
Mind you my stomach did turn at the "My Son is not just my Son, he is my Best Friend, we do everything together, I understand him and he understands me"...
Now, my DD (14mths), bless her, is the same age as said Son, and DD is about as far from "understanding me" as I am from understanding a hypothetical theory of quantum gravity.
Indeed, DD is so empathetic that when mummy was screaming having trapped her fingers in the drawer yesterday she thought it was the funniest thing ever and giggled for 20 minutes (despite me f-ing and blinding and sobbing).