Well, would you?
Sometimes you go to a funeral for your best friends Grandmother, an see someone who has served multiple tours of duty cry.
I just typed the following..
I’m 31, I’ll be 32 in August..
And instantly felt older than Napolean’s dick.
There are two sides to my family. We don’t get along.
None of my cousins have graduated high school, they work at either McDonalds or the local grocery store.
My brother owns a construction company, I am the most awesome person you know, and my youngest brother was on his way to being a fine dining chef before his head injury.
My Uncle’s family all hates us. My uncle has called us all miscreants and failures.
Yet I’m sitting here in this house with all of them because my Mom asked me to bring Caitlyn to see my Grandparents.
The ones who hate me, and have treated me like shit for my entire life, but treat my cousins like royalty.
All because I’m trying to make my Mom happy.
