It looks slow and bad.

And it doesn't help that we just saw an infinitely superior multi-woman weapons and cage match just the other day. We know how good things CAN look.

Oh, I had forgotten they were both in the Blue League in the C2. Shit. That's going to be epic.

I think that's when Jackalopes breed, yes.

My distaste for people is high right now. Why argue about things that are a matter of taste? And why would someone hunt you up to have that fight?

That might be true, Larry. She keeps me on my toes.

Frank's covered wars, you know.

Thank you, Erik.

I wish I could look at it another way. He needed help and I couldn't provide it. So I have to be stronger, and in better shape, so it doesn't happen again. It's all I can do.

When I get to notifications, it's soothing that it's you and not that one of my posts have broken containment and I'm now canceled.

I hope so. Because everything about that story felt like it was designed to make him look like a jerk to pretty much everyone.

I'll celebrate my wins. I'll fight through the struggles. And I'll never stop.

Because failure is not an option.

On to the next one. 🙌 BANG.

So every single time I do yoga, yeah, part of it is for me. Part of it is that I need to be better for myself, and that this is good for me.

But it's also for him. So that it never happens again.

My journey is one of redemption.

I got him about half way and I dropped him. I made it worse. And then I had to sit down because I was too winded to try again. I had to call my brother to get help.

I failed him. I'm his guy, I'm the one who has to be able to do these things. And I couldn't.

But the unvarnished truth?

On August 8th my Grandpa called me at six in the morning because he had fallen down. He was in the floor, and he couldn't get back up. He needed my help.

I drove over, and I was unable to get him up.

As an Asexual I am historically sort of blind to that, but your husband is absolutely correct.