Remember those stories about male writers who stopped writing after their wives died, and we called it "losing their muse"? They didn't lose inspiration, they lost their uncredited co-writer.
Fun fact two months after 9/11 I (two years old at the time) broke my wrist and some doctors in upstate New York refused to treat me because my parents had accents
my fucking gf got injured and while taking care of her i said "do you need any ibuprofen?" and without hesitation, literally while crying, she says "you be what?" 🥲