what happened?

Long story short, I had the *worst* breakup ever with someone who goes to *all* the Canadian furry cons. By the time Covid settles down enough that I could go in *theory*, it'd be impossible for me to go to one and not run into them and have things get ugly. I'm glad I got cons off the bucket list, but they took a *lot* out of me. By this point in my life, I think I've turned into the kind of person who knows I'll have a better time staying here with my other partner anyway. I think I've *met* the people I wanted to meet at cons, so I may as well declare victory and quit while I'm ahead, if that makes sense.

I see, I'm sorry about that