Thanks for not toasting us at our wedding.
Or paying for it for that matter.
Or even getting us a wedding gift.
Or talking to anyone outside of your clan.

Thanks for cementing the fact that you have no idea how foolish, immature and uncouth you are. (I mean, 100% of the people we talk to can't be wrong, right?)

Thanks for making Kate cry.
And giving her nightmares about you.

Thanks for making this difficult. I'm sure it will be just as easy as the days go on.

That's all you get from me. I don't really want to spend any more of my time being angry at you because you are you and we both know you aren't going to change.

It will be my pleasure to show you up, prove you wrong, and provide the best of everything I can offer of myself to her.

This is me almost a year ago in the hospital for the heart deal...


and me a year later after some clean livin':


drugs and alcohol are bad mmkay...