crashfistfight

Well, as of last night, I spent my first Friday night as a non-member of the SAWE roster. It felt...fucked up. Knowing the show was going, and I was there. It's been over two years since I got back in the ring, and the guys at SAWE were the family that brought me back. I was fucked up and out of shape, lost and struggling along in life, and they picked me up and pointed me in the right direction, reignited my fire. I thought I had lost family over all this drama and shit. Tonight, I've learned differently.
They (some of them anyway) have proven to me what I've always heard: family doesn't die. Family doesn't turn it's back on you. Family is still there, even when you fuck up and piss them off.
I have so much love for everyone in the locker room there. It's been keeping me awake at night, it's torn my appetite straight out of my body, it's ripped the focus out of my school books. But now, I think I'll be ok. Now I know that I HAVEN'T lost family, I know now that they're still there and they accept my decision to leave, even if they don't fully understand it.
And that's a really good damn feeling.