You are white trash and your bank account proves NOTHING. You no longer control my life.

I've been waiting for this moment all my life. But it's not quite right.

I thought I needed to 'do' more to be happy. Get a better job, fall in love, lose weight. I've come to realize, I just have a pervasive discontent within me.

One of my grandmas died 3 months ago. Now my other grandma is dying. I hate the feeling but i'd rather her just go so i can grieve then treasure every last day.

I never thought i would be happy. Then I met you, I have never been so happy to be wrong. My wife, my savior, proving me wrong, yet again.