I'm not going to paint it into something it's not. It's fucking hard. Especially in the beginning. I used to get up after the kids were in bed and get drunk off my ass, and then go beat up shit. Then Steve figured out what I was doing. And I had to stop. It doesn't get easier, you just get better at managing it. You got a kid, you can't vanish, or let it eat you up.
If you wan't to kick some ass, I'll stand still for you. And the upside, I'm cut like I've never been before.