 That evening, I had a huge argument with my husband. And I felt very sad, a little extra sad because I was having my second glass of wine. So I didn't want to look like super weepy in front of my kids. So I went to the basement bathroom. And in the middle of the night, I saw, you know, I found myself on the floor. My knees were grazed and bloody. It's made of some weird stone tile. Don't ask me about it.