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So we've kept you waiting a little while, again, and again. We BOTH work retail and it has been (as usual) a pretty long slog for the both of us leading up to Christmas. So we're sorry for the wait, but we've been just a little busy. That aside, we're back! We watched and conversed over Tomorrow Never Dies! We had a blast working on this one and are happy to say we are back to our normal format on this one. Plot points, ludicrous back and fourths and audio bits snuck in. All the usual stuff. Hope you have fun on this one, we sure did!

Survey says…..Snatch Game on RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 5! Bachelorette #1….Do you have what it takes to climb the $100,000 Drag Race Pyramid? One of us is next week’s lip sync assassin (because why not?) while the other is field reporting live from a fireworks warzone. We BOTH are messy queens who are here for the drama and, baby, we have some theories. Join us as we talk the Snatch Game, who is zoomin’ who, and sashaying into the finale! #TeamShea

WELCOME TO YEAR 2!!!Congratulations, you've made it. Or We've made it. You know what? We BOTH made it. Let's get going. And Thank You, as always.What We Into Weekly News 47 Headlines:Madison Square Garden, The New York Rangers & The Price Of HenekeinMatrix 4 Vs. John Wick 4 (The Most Keanu Would You Rather Ever)JK Rowlings Can't Stop / Won't Stop (Supporting Anti-Trans Tweets) (17:12)Kardashian BlackFace (Again) #41Witcher StuffHarry (MoonKnight) Potter?Kumail (Sucks It In And) Gets RippedThe Irishman (No One Finished)Terry Gilliam Hates Black Panther (For Not Racist Reasons At All)Cats: A Cat-astrophe Send us your thoughts!- Sharon & Tim (Official What We Into Interns)* What We Into Theme: Ghetto Weekend by Chappohttps://www.chappomusic.com* https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/what-we-into/id1447059928?mt=2* https://open.spotify.com/show/3rFe0yta57HAtwHsEk5KOT?si=PxZYWWSZTeezLqQO8Z8Ruw* https://www.patreon.com/Whatweinto* https://www.facebook.com/whatweinto/* https://twitter.com/dial_lawrence* https://www.instagram.com/whatweintopodcast/* Email us: whatweinto@gmail.com* lawrencedial.com* shynebrighter.wixsite.com/mysite* If this recording in anyway infringes your rights, please email us at whatweinto@gmail.com. There is no need to strike us as we can sort the issue out quickly by removing the infringing portion. * "Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 Of The Copyright Act 1976, Allowance Is Made For "Fair Use" For Purposes Such As Criticism, Comment, News Reporting, Teaching, Scholarship, And Research. Fair Use Is A Use Permitted By Copyright Statute That Might Otherwise Be Infringing. Non-Profit, Educational Or Personal Use Tips The Balance In Favor Of Fair Use."Support the show (http://patreon.com/whatweinto)

Aw dip, it's a second live game episode! We BOTH played Dead Space and honestly loved it. But, ten years later, does it hold up as a horror experience, or just a fun one?

We out some shouts. Good news, about good people. We BOTH show up prepared with headlines... lots of headlines. SQUIRREL The tenants get restless. We talk about James Bond, and the future of the franchise. Chris is lost in a tragic accident. Now accepting applications, inquire within.

I sol- WE BOTH solemnly swear we’re up to no good!  I have another guest!  Our warm-ups:  Trust Circle Stretching Dog-Bark George Smith is my guest co-host for this episode.  We deconstruct the last rehearsal and talk about some specific improv tactics.  George and I touch on “justify and don’t normalize” and how relationship is more important than plot – because it will help you out more when the energy seems to dip in a scene. During the last rehearsal we ran a full Short Form set in the style of “Whose Line Is It Anyways?” as well as a full Long Form Set.  George was also part of the show in Leeds and gives us his insight about that show.  He was very impressed with how other members took a suggestion from the audience that may be both polarizing and over played, “Trump.”  Other troupe members of the team interpreted as a mix of competition and “triumph.” This all leads to an awesome moment where George opens up about his reason for finding improv and how improv can be transformative.

Healing from narcissistic abuse is a very complex process. The bond that you have with your abuser runs very deep and it can be very difficult to untangle your life from the trauma bond you have with them. Links to find out more! YouTube Channel - [https://www.youtube.com/dadsurvivingdivorce] Website - [http://www.dadsurvivingdivorce.com] email - duane@dadsurvivingdivorce.com Table of Contents Solo Format show 00:04 - I’m going to try something a little different a do a solo show. This is going to be an episode of me talking to you directly without having a guest. So for episode #7 I’m going to give this a try. Why Does this take so long to heal 00:30 - I was talking with Leslee and Debby about how hard it is so see hope and believe there is an opportunity to get your life back. When you are struggling with this even getting to the next moment can seem impossible. Every thought of every moment of every day feels like you are going to be trapped in this nightmare. With time, as you start to work on yourself you start to make progress. The frustrating part of this is how much time it actually takes to start making that progress. A lot of people think you should get over this quickly. I also felt that I should be healing faster and everyone else around me re-enforced those thoughts. I struggled with the thought that I should be making progress especially when I had a clearer view of what was going on. When you look at the reason why this is taking so long the answer is simple, “trauma bonding”. Immediately following the breakup of a toxic narcissistic relationship you are still emotionally connected to your ex. The relationship is like a drug and it is like an addiction to that emotional “high” you experienced when you were with the person. All of this together makes it really difficult to get away and to start to get them out of your mind. The sad truth is that it takes a long time. It took me approximately 2 years to get to the point where I was really starting to feel better. Prior to that time however, things got considerably worse before they started to get better. Although I feel there is a risk to make you more defeated and depressed about the length of time. The reason I bring this up is because I struggled with this and I felt I was going to feel this way forever. I think it is important to address the length of time so that you understand it is part of the process and it is normal. The message is there is a path through the darkness and you can get to the other side of this experience. For me there wasn’t anyone who I could relate to that could show me there was a path through this and that you can heal from it. Oftentimes when someone does heal from this they do not want to talk about it. Revisiting their past is painful and triggering especially if they haven’t truly healed from their emotional trauma. The only way it would work is if you knew the person when they went through it and you can see how their life has improved. Without that context its hard to relate someone else’s recovery with our own because “they must not have gone through the same thing”. It's like a physical injury 04:17 - The analogy I like to use is a physical injury. If you injury yourself and you don’t do the physical therapy you will not truly heal. You may get your “life back” but you will not get the range of motion you once had. If you don’t heal the injury you will have those pains follow you throughout your life. As a result, when you do something to push the nerve the old injury will flare up. In the physical injury the physical pain will return, but in our case the emotional injury will be triggered. The result of this is as you’re talking to someone about your story it is triggering their old emotional wounds that are still there and never healed. Very seldom are they going to tell you that your story is causing them emotional flashbacks they will just recoil away and not want to engage with you. If you’re going to go through the pain you might has well put in the work to really heal from this. The secondary benefit from this is when someone else goes through this later you will be in a position to really help them through the process. Depression can stalk you 06:42 - I was really depressed when I was married. When I was going through this I honestly thought there was something wrong with me. I actually felt as though I was “so lucky” to have this other person in my life that was “so amazing and wonderful”. I had put the my wife on a pedestal and I had wrapped my entire “self-worth” and validation on that relationship. Deep down I knew the relationship was flawed although I couldn’t see that then. As a result of this every day was a struggle. I can remember those long drives to work where I would struggle to make it to work and then just pretend everything was “alright”. I would put on the facade that everything was okay and I would work to just try to make “some” progress throughout the day. A lot of the times when I would get home I would be so emotionally exhausted that I would just want to sleep. During one of the previously livestreams I had mentioned my “dark passenger”. This was a reference to the Showtime original program “Dexter” where the main character would often mention his “dark passenger”. For me it felt as though I had this inner critic that was constantly putting me down. So when other people would put me down it was validating that little voice in my head. I was surrounded by toxic and negative people and it became my “normal”. That feeling stuck with me for a really long time. Because of my profession seeking help wasn’t really encouraged and it could actually be determinate to your career. As a result this amplified the problem because I felt that I was tramped and couldn’t get any support. There were times where the wife would do something and I would fall into the illusion that things were “okay”. As we all know this is apart of the love bombing, the trauma bond, and the manipulation to keep you under that illusion. They are in control of your emotions, they will allow you to be happy then crush you down and constantly get you to chase that emotional “high” that you are missing. When I got to the point where the facade started to drop and the fog started to lift I started to realize that this relationship wasn’t good for me. At this point I realize that I deserved, and YOU DESERVE, the opportunity to find real peace, love, joy, and contentment. At one point towards the end I had a conversation with the ex I had said, “I want you do be happy but I don’t want it to be at the cost of my happiness. We BOTH deserve to be happy.” As you are already aware that type of conversation doesn’t go over very well with someone with strong narcissistic traits. When you have a conversation like this it demonstrates to them that they are loosing control. When I decided it was time to pick “me” I was scared to death to make that leap of faith. In the back of my mind the inner critic was telling me that I wasn’t worthy and I wasn’t going to be happy, and things were not going to be better. I had that “fear” that if I walked away from this and stood my ground for myself that I would loose that relationship and the best thing that ever happened in my life. At the time I was so beat down and in a dark place that before I drove myself into the ground that I owed it to myself to at least try. This was the crux of the decision to walk away and try to get myself away from the chaos. Initially leaving left great 12:40 - My initial response to leave it that it felt great. It felt awesome to stand up for myself and to feel like I was taking control of my life and making positive decisions. I felt excited to have the opportunity to demonstrate to my children a different way of living. The problem at this phase is that you don’t really know what you’re dealing with. At this point the narcissistic rage comes in, plus the false allegations, then the smear campaign and when you are not prepared for that it is devastating. If you are early in the process then you have a distinct advantage because you will not be blindsided by their actions. The hard thing to deal with is that someone you loved is taking every thing that had been shared with them in confidence over the last 21 years of my life to try and destroy me. All just to try and prove in court that I was a piece of garbage and shouldn’t be allowed to be around my own children. When this happened in completely crushed me and I crashed emotionally as a result of this. I just couldn’t believe it was happening and all the progress that I had made evaporated in an instant. I was pulled back into the abyss and felt that I thought I could get away but now I was trapped in this nightmare forever. This is important for me to mention because if you’re going through this right now you need to know you are having a “normal” response to this trauma. What this means is the monster is starting to loose control and they are trying to regain it. The important thing to remember is just because they say something doesn’t mean the family court system is going to believe it. It doesn’t mean they are automatically going to win. Sure there will be friends and family that may fall victim to their influence but it doesn’t mean the decision makers are going to believe them. Circling back to the discussion of depression I struggled with this before the marriage. Coming from a toxic mother I always struggled with things not feeling right. So when this feeling came back I just assumed it was my “normal” and I just figured I would continue to struggle with this. At the time I didn’t even think about taking an external look and ask the question, “what is causing it” I just assumed it was me. As I continued to work on myself things started to fundamentally shift. I started to see reality and I started to understand what was going on. This gave me some clarify, peace and closure. As a result of this work things really started to get better. I often say that my worst days now are what my good days were back when I was married. When I think back on it now it’s hard to believe that I spent 21 years in that environment. It is important to mention this because when you are in the midst of this you can feel that these feelings will never leave you. I now feel like my life is on track and I no longer feel these depressive moods and the anxiety I once did. I’m really excited about my life now and “what is coming next”. You have to understand and respect the process 19:21 - It really does take a long time to heal from this. If you come from a family of emotional abusers or narcissists you can expect it is going to take even a little bit longer to heal from this. There is nothing “wrong” with it, other than it’s annoying, taking a year or two to get to the point to heal. My hope is that finding the information you will give you the skills and techniques needed to reduce the time it takes to recover. I have seen this work with followers of the YouTube channel where their transformation happened within a few months. End of show wrap up 21:00 - It take a long time because there is a tremendous amount of trauma intertwined with your ex. This is also the reason why someone who doesn’t have children and may have only been in a short relationship still has to go through this process to heal. It is so insidious how they infect your mind, play your weakness against you, and your wants against you and become a mirror to be the person that you always dreamed of and then they rip it away. It is as if you were given an unknown drug that you became addicted too and then one day without warning they take it away. So if you are struggling with this just know there is life at the other side of this. Going through this process will empower you with the skills and techniques to identify and deal with toxic people going forward. That is the gift that is on the other side of this experience.

Surprising no one, we kick off the show with a quick NBA update (these will end eventually, I promise). We BOTH talk some shit on Lebron (11:30) specifically his male pattern baldness. A brief discussion on "IMHO" (20:20) is followed by a longer conversation about acronyms in general. A riveting game of "Name Your Price" (30:45) happens, which falls into a running conversation. A sad obit regarding Jhoon Rhee and the classic "Nobody Bother Me" commercial (49:45), followed by a discussion around "Cobra Kai" and YouTube channels.

Rob & Matt finish Hot Topic Pearls. We BOTH do not support the AAP child lipid screening recs AND love stool for calprotectin.  Plus, Nauseous Anxiety, POTS, Infant GE reflux meds/PPIs, apple cider vinegar, Matt’s Butterbeer rant, Rob vs legal pot, Riboflavin for migraines, Accupuncture, The Great Movie Ride RIP, Matt’s formula rule, Jerry Lewis, […]

To understand ME, you'll need to know about my Grace. She was my first daughter. She was one of God's best gifts to me, one of the biggest joys of my life, and she left our world far too soon for us. They've grown up with an understanding of life and how precious and fleeting it is. Little 7-pound Grace gave them this gift The following three-part story which I'll post over the next few days, I wrote several months to a year after she was born. I felt His presence through that experience more than any time before. He was palpable to me. Feel free to share with those experiencing infertility and loss. So, here goes. (I am crying as I re-read my story.)The Beginning.Ever since Grace died, I’ve had a horrible aching in my soul, a nagging feeling, urging me to write what I’ve gone through. From the very beginning, I have not wanted to. Sometime during the first week when I came home from the hospital empty-handed, someone wrote to me in a sympathy card that I should write down everything that was happening to me in a journal to later use as my story about God’s love, but I was very stubborn about NOT writing. I felt blank, numb, and later, angry and negative. Why would I ever want to look back on these days? Why would anyone else? Couldn’t we just erase this whole time completely? I wanted to go into a coma for a year, and wake up not remembering this whole thing.But God allowed Grace to die for a reason. I do not believe death is of God – it is of sin, of Satan – but God did not intervene when the life of my innocent child was taken. He instead chose to redeem the situation. He’s making an ugly thing beautiful. He’s transforming my broken life right now. And that’s why His spirit is leading me to write. Everyone needs to know that our God is a loving God. And after everything I’ve been through, even now as I am currently miscarrying a baby that I’ve carried for eight weeks, I can still say that I trust Him.Emotionally right now, I am low. But spiritually, I’m nuzzling in close to our God. My faith in Him is increasing. My joy in Him is increasing. He is present and at work. It’s exciting!To tell the story of my baby Grace, I have to start in 2007, long before she was conceived.Or maybe even further back… to childhood. I’ve always felt an undeniably strong desire to be a mother. I’ve always felt like that was my purpose on earth, like that’s THE reason God made me. And I know that can sound cliché. But I feel like other women have big dreams – become president of the US, or they want to fight some major injustice in this cruel world, or start a successful business, or live a life full of thrills and excitement. All I’ve ever wanted to do is bring little souls into this world and love them like crazy. All my life, I could think of nothing that would be more fulfilling than bringing forth life, of your own flesh and blood, creating something brand new with the person you love, watching that absolute miracle grow, pouring every ounce of yourself into this child, teaching them, sacrificing of yourself for their good. I would willingly get stretch marks and gain weight for a baby, I’d willingly do bed rest if necessary; anything for the thrill of new life!I lived my life to adulthood with that as my big plan. And everyone knew me as “the one who wanted to be a mommy.” On our wedding day, the shaving cream decorations on our getaway car read “9 months!”I even chose my career because I could do it from home as a mom – writing and graphic design. And in the summer of 2007, after two years of marriage, I quit my full-time ad agency job to start my own design company. I quickly found clients and eased right into the work-from-home lifestyle. In September, Jeff and I agreed that it was time we started a family. Everything was falling right into place!We began the journey to parenthood by asking God to bless it. Holding hands and praying aloud, tears of joy streamed down our faces. We had waited so long for this! As someone with a severe case of Type A personality, I went into baby planning with the same gusto as I went into wedding planning. I researched every bit of fertility info I could get my hands on. And every morning at 6 a.m., the alarm would go off and Jeff would stick a thermometer in my mouth so I could chart my temperature that day.That month, we tried for the first time to conceive, and it didn’t work out. I cried despairingly for hours and hours after we got a negative pregnancy test, because I had a deep sinking feeling that we really had an infertility problem. That same day, Jeff mentioned to me that a doctor had told him years ago that he had a physical issue stemming from a surgery he had as a child that could potentially cause infertility. Immediately, I set us up for a meeting with a specialist.He was tested, and the results were dismal. The doctors said his issue was so severe that he would need surgery or we’d have to undergo fertility treatments to get pregnant, that our odds of conceiving on our own were incredibly low. We were devastated. We feared trying for long periods of time with no hope, we feared IUIs, we feared IVF (which sounded impossible because it costs as much as a new car, and our insurance wouldn’t pay for fertility treatments), we feared the label “infertile,” we feared failure.I actually wrote in my journal that I felt like my closest friend had died. The one thing I wanted more in life than anything else seemed unreachable. I was so depressed that my mom was worried about me being home alone, and made me come down and spend time with her, and we just drove around in the car, talking.But after a week of prayer and a strong sense of God’s presence, Jeff and I decided to ask Him for a miracle. We wouldn’t move forward with treatments of any kind. It was the first time in my life I actually felt completely under God’s control, that I was fully allowing Him to do with me what He wanted. We would certainly do our part – living healthily, avoiding strenuous exercise since it’s bad for fertility, doing everything we knew of to enhance fertility: avoiding caffeine and alcohol, me drinking gallons of grapefruit juice/green tea/pomegranate juice and eating loads of fresh pineapple, eating plenty of wild salmon, Jeff taking fertility vitamins, taking cod liver oil, and more – and the creation of a baby was up to God.In December, our fourth month of trying, I opened up the Old Testament to Deuteronomy, a section of the Bible I usually avoided for fear of boredom, and landed on this:“If you pay attention to these laws and are careful to follow them, then the LORD your God will keep his covenant of love with you, as he swore to your forefathers. He will love you and bless you and increase your numbers. He will bless the fruit of your womb, the crops of your land—your grain, new wine and oil—the calves of your herds and the lambs of your flocks in the land that he swore to your forefathers to give you. You will be blessed more than any other people; none of your men or women will be childless, nor any of your livestock without young.”In my journal that day, I wrote, “I have complete faith that God is going to bless us with children.” With His power, I had a peace I’d never known before.And in February 2008, He blessed us with our first pregnancy. Nine short days after ovulation I took a test, which was negative. I had never tested that early before -- maybe I had an intuition? (I was addicted to taking cheap pregnancy tests that you could buy online for like 85 cents per piece, and because they were so cheap, I didn’t mind taking tons of them. And of course, every month, I’d spend hours analyzing each one under different lights hoping to see a line.) Only ten days after ovulation, I knew with almost perfect assurance that I was pregnant, and sure enough, I saw a faintest-of-faint pink line on my pregnancy test - and I was sure it was a line, for I had seen so many stark white negative tests in the last six months. Jeff wasn’t convinced. Calmly, he said he was only “about 80% sure” he saw a line, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. (Meanwhile, I was about to internally combust.) So, I took a digital. In less than a minute, that glorious word popped up with as much confidence and drama a little digital contraption can muster. PREGNANT.I screamed! Jumping up and down and skipping and squealing, I showed Jeff the test. We BOTH started bawling our eyes out, just hugging as tight as we could. How could this have happened?! What about the infertility?! Praise God above, praise Him, praise His Name! It was absolutely unreal. It was a miracle.Jeff took me by the hand and led me to the living room. We knelt by the ottoman, and Jeff thanked God aloud and prayed for our little baby’s future. I continued to sob the happiest tears of my life. We had begun this journey almost six months before with a prayer, and we found ourselves praying once again as God came through.Next, I began hearing songs playing, each with the word “baby” in it -- Jeff had created a “procreation” soundtrack. Haha! Mariah Carey’s “You’ll Always Be My Baby” came on first. :)Not wanting the elation and surprise to simmer the tiniest bit before we shared the news, we began calling our parents right away. My mom was first. When I blurted out that I’d gotten a positive test, she sobbed and shrieked and used up every calorie of energy left in that body of hers (she’d been on a 40-day fast for lent). I *loved* hearing my mom cry (she never cries, not even at my wedding). She began praising God, saying she had never had one doubt that He would give us a child. She knew all along that that was the life He had planned for me. I used to think that the reaction of the parents in “Father of the Bride Part 2” seemed heavenly, but that was nothing compared to my mother’s uncontainable gladness.But on Valentine’s Day, a week or so after, I began to miscarry.To someone who has never experienced the excitement that is a positive pregnancy test, it’s hard to explain how overwhelming and depressing it is to miscarry only a short period later. How can you love a baby you didn’t know? How can you miss someone who never breathed a breath? I always used to wonder (or, sadly, scoff at) women who said they “knew” they were pregnant from the moment of conception. Now I understood. I’d felt unusually positive and confident in God’s power that entire cycle. I had known I was pregnant before I ever took a test. I believe that those feelings were me sensing the presence of the baby’s soul. From then on, I believed a baby’s soul is present from the moment of conception.In our desperation to get pregnant again, we decided to go ahead with the surgery that doctors had long suggested for Jeff. Doctors warned us, though, not to expect to see positive results (a.k.a. pregnancy) from the surgery for several months, because it takes at least three months for sperm to generate and thus respond to the surgery.But, only three weeks later… we were pregnant. And this time, it stuck for the long haul.(Yes, you are allowed to laugh, because we were back to trying only four days after Jeffrey’s surgery. We didn’t want to miss one single cycle, regardless of his physical pain—especially because we’d heard you’re extra fertile after a miscarriage!)I ovulated on March 3, 2008, and just seven days later, I could sense the baby’s presence. Ignoring it, though, because the previous month’s loss had left me heartbroken and fearful, I tried to live as normally as possible. We rented movies to watch in the evenings, and one night, as we watched “Dan in Real Life,” I felt sure that I was pregnant. No real symptoms to speak of, just the feeling that another person was in the room with us. The next morning, I got that beautiful little line on a pregnancy test. The line was evidence of our little Grace in progress!Our happiness and excitement were slightly restrained by what had just happened to us only weeks before. Our early pregnancy innocence had been stolen from us because of the miscarriage. But my wise mom told me to have faith, that this was real, and that I needed to put my pregnancy worries in God’s hands. Growing new life was God’s business, and it was up to Him now.Deep down, I knew this pregnancy was meant to be. Worries of miscarriage quickly left my mind as faith took over. Almost right away, we started sharing the news that a baby was coming! Next up, Part 2: The Perfect Pregnancy!