Life Didn't Break - It Just Changed

First, Bill needs to bitch about Zelle for a second. Because somehow in 2026, a man can podcast, edit audio, upload video, and manage a production schedule—but try to send his kid money? Forget it. Bill is fat-fingering phone numbers like a drunk raccoon on an iPhone, immediately spiraling into full Dad Rage. Nothing humbles a grown man faster than technology designed specifically to be easy.

But that’s not really what this episode is about.

This weekend hit different.

Friday was Meg Broomfield’s funeral. Bill spent some time afterward with her husband, Billy. Heavy stuff. The kind of quiet, soul-level conversation you don’t schedule—it just happens. Then the next day, Billy sent Bill something that’s been living rent-free in his head ever since.

And then Saturday night happened.

All three of Bill’s boys were in town. Dinner with them, their mom, and one son’s girlfriend. And here’s the weird part—nothing went wrong. Nobody stormed out. Nobody reopened old wounds. Nobody said, “Well, actually…”
They just sat there. Ate dinner. Like emotionally regulated adults. Very suspicious.

And that’s when it hit Bill:
This isn’t the life he planned—but it is the life he’s standing in.

So today’s episode is about what happens when life doesn’t explode… it just quietly rearranges the furniture. When there’s no dramatic ending, no big speech, no movie-ready closure—just a new room, and you realizing you still have to live in it.

This is an episode about learning how to sit in that room. About what closure actually looks like when it’s subtle and inconvenient. And about realizing that maybe—just maybe—you’re not behind at all.
You’re right on time.

Oh—and there was a barbecue sauce incident at the restaurant that Bill absolutely cannot unsee. That trauma is included at no extra charge.

Let’s get into it. 
























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