Well, now that I've had time to collect my thoughts and sort my feelings...
Here is what I think was going on.
Imagine losing your whole family and one day they drive up in a car!
But--here is the twist--you are just a stranger to them!
I was deeply saddened that they didn't love me. That's all. I was garbage.
I knew that deep down nothing I could or would say would make me anything other than a lost soul and a liar in their eyes.
It was one-sided and unfair.
To find myself suddenly in that position was ridiculous.
I did make absolutely certain I began and ended my words with a polite "Sir". I was respectful.
I also remember that, at one point, the man didn't have anything to say and I responded, "Sir, you asked me and so I answered you."
I just wanted to be seen as polite, respectful and not a wild-eyed, angry mental defective.
I'm guilty until proved innocent....