I feel that I worry sometimes that I can get over things easily. I don't fall to the floor and crawl up in a ball the way that I used to. And I think that's a part of me growing up, like, when, you know, I recently just went through a very public divorce. That fucking sucked. What really sucked about it wasn't the fact that me and someone that I loved realized that we don't love each other the way that we used to anymore. That's okay. I can accept that. I can't accept the villainizing and the. Just all those stories that, like, it's just amazing to me that the public kind of thinks that there's no gap of time that they didn't see that could possibly be what led to this. Like, it's nothing. One day you were happy on the carpet, and the next day you were making out with your friend in Italy. What the fuck? Well, there was a lot of time in between that. That you didn't see. It didn't go. I didn't. Like. I didn't. You know.