I became a heel to my exes family when we broke up. 
I had two choices: Remain a jobber face in an unhappy relationship or turn heel in their eyes as I spoke my truth and went for the gold (accomplishing my life dreams).
Im not a heel...but im one of those faces thats actually just a dikk ala Cena
Closest thing I can think of thatll make me turn heel is if I packed my shyt up in the middle of the night and just dip on my wife and kids ala Jericho
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