My mother was married to a raving alcoholic, and when I was 9, she kicked him out. She had to take three jobs, and basically starve herself. When I was 16, I worked 30 hours a week at a drugstore while in high school to help with the bills. I don't know what it's like to be a "normal" teenager, because I was too busy working and being the one who did the chores at home (when I could have been having a nice childhood). There were strings of days where I never saw my mother at all, despite living in the same house.
So if you're bringing up the "knowing about being a single parent" bit, you're cordially invited to kiss my rosy-red ass, and make it sexy. Don't tell me about you and "your wife's" hardships. At least you had each other. My mother was alone with a kid. She had to hire a lawyer (with money she didn't have) to track the alcoholic down, just to squeeze $100/month in child support, and even that was hard to get out of him, because he was always trying to avoid it.
I think you need to stop soon, before you really make an ass out of yourself, because now you're getting personal as well as losing the argument.