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Found it in the bin this morning. She thinks I threw it away because it didn't work. I threw it away because the bag is empty and I need to order another one. But let me start from the beginning. I've been type 2 for eleven years. Metformin. Statins. The whole routine. You adjust. You manage. You deal with it. But there's one thing you don't adjust to. When it stops working down there, nobody prepares you for what that actually feels like. It's not the sex. It's the look on her face when she pretends it doesn't matter. It's going to bed early so you don't have to be in that situation. It's her stopping halfway through getting dressed up for date night and saying "actually let's just stay in." You know why she changed her mind. She knows you know. Nobody talks about it. You just both stop trying. My endocrinologist said the nerve and vascular damage was permanent. Told me Viagra was my only option. Wrote the script like he was ordering lunch. Viagra worked. Sometimes. Then it stopped. Then he upped the dose. Then that stopped too. He shrugged. "That happens with diabetic patients." Cool. Thanks. I'm not the type to buy supplements off the internet. I think most of them are garbage. I told my brother that when he sent me a link to this stuff. Deleted it. He sent it again a week later with a screenshot of a Reddit thread. Bunch of type 2 guys talking about capsaicin and endothelial repair. Not testimonials. An actual argument. One guy posted his bloodwork. Another guy called bullshit. A third guy posted his. I spent two hours reading. The research was real. Not miracle cure nonsense. Peer-reviewed studies on capsaicin, nitric oxide production, and vascular function. The same pathway Viagra targets. Different mechanism. Still thought it was probably nothing. But 120 days money back. Four months. If it's a scam they'd never offer that. They'd do 30 days and hope you forget. Four months means they know you'll actually have time to find out. Ordered one bag. Didn't tell her. First three weeks I felt nothing. Told myself I knew it. Week four I wake up hard. Not half. Not almost. The kind of morning wood I hadn't had since my thirties. I just stared at the ceiling. Didn't tell her. Didn't want to build it up. It kept happening. Not every day. But most days. Then one Friday night we're on the couch and she leans into me a certain way and I just decide I'm not going to overthink it. Everything worked. She didn't say a word after. Just stayed close. Held on a little tighter than usual. I could feel her smiling against my chest. That was eight weeks ago. It's worked every time since. No Viagra. No timing it. No planning around a pill and hoping tonight's the night. We went away last weekend. First trip in two years where I wasn't dreading the hotel room. I won't describe it. But I'll say she packed that black dress I haven't seen in a long time. She wore it. So yeah. The bag's in the bin. It's empty. I used every last capsule. Already reordered. My A1C also dropped from 8.6 to 7.8. My doctor asked what changed. I said diet. I lied. I don't know if this works for every guy. I'm not a doctor. I'm a claims adjuster from Tampa who was running out of options. But if you're laying next to someone you love and dreading the moment things move in that direction — I know that feeling. Lived it for three years. You don't have to live in it forever. 120 days. That's how long you have to decide. I decided in four weeks. The bag's in the bin. I'm ordering more. Aurivita Capsaicin Power.