It’s 1am, my wife woke me up to tell me her family hates me.
It’s my fucking birthday!
Happy birthday to me.

Look, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, if you say stupid shit, I don’t let it slide.
I’ve never expected for everyone to love me, or my huge loud self.
But my wife is drinking on the 1 year anniversary of her brothers death. And I did kick the shit out of him, guess I deserve it.

I’m leaving the part out where I heard screaming and ran out of the shower naked and he had my shotgun to his sisters head, he shot a hole thru the roof when I tackled him naked.
My 6’2” naked ass beat him till he slipped away out side.
Then again I was still covered in soap.

Moral of the story is that grief comes in stages, even if it on my birthday.
Love you all and hope you had a safe and happy Memorial Day.