I didn't want to talk about it but I feel I have to fess up here and be honest about everything. So I will admit it.
Last monday I found that I could not take my daughter to the big WWE live taping because I was too busy feverishly vomiting out my intestines and pooping every ten minutes.
Even though I was dizzy and feverish and deathly sick, I still tried to take her. I was doubled over in pain but I still thought that I could pull it off. But my wife and family refused to even let me try. They were right, I guess. There was no way that I was in a condition to try and pull it off. I was too sick.
I failed Isabela.
I also feel like I failed my parents. They are the ones that got me those tickets for my birthday.
I feel bad. I feel like I lost.