Best thing that could have happened. I'm happy for Navy_Mike, this is un malheur heureux, a happy misfortune. Navy_Mike's marriage, while still on course toward titanic ruination, has been thrown a temporary lifeline (which, following a crude, back-of-envelope estimation should be about as long as it will take Tbombz to relapse to buggery – which shouldn't be too long now: because while Jesus saves, the Assbunny craves). From my leather armchair, I get the sense that deep within his subconscious Navy_Mike is basking in his wife's dispiriting failure. He's giggling with hidden delight. Of course, he'd never admit this because his conscious thoughts would find these feelings too disturbing, which is why he's not aware of them. But we know better than Navy_Mike; especially, SF 1900, True Adonis, and Che. For example, it's abundantly clear to all that Navy_Mike lacks implicit self-esteem, which, tiny as it is, would have been excruciatingly crushed even more had his wife placed well, or, Arnold forbid, won a pro card. In other words, Navy_Mike's self-awareness as a ham-n-eggy competitive bodybuilder would have been felt even more acutely had his wife ascended to an echelon that he can only fantasize of reaching. Navy_Mike, if you read this, know that Getbig breathes a collective sigh of relief for your connubial wellbeing. Though you are still destined-to-be-better-dealt-by-wifey, it won't be this week. Rejoice!
