Best Man
My best friend got married on Saturday. It really didn't sink in that he was getting married until it was time to do my toast at the reception. Actually, that isn't true... it sunk in deep about 20 minutes before it was time to speak.
I realized I was sitting at the head table at my best friend's wedding and that I had to get up and say something that would be recorded and remembered for the rest of his life. I had to put the friendship of my life into words in front of everyone that mattered in his life. I had written about 10 different versions of the toast the week before and had been thinking about it ever since he got engaged and told me I was going to be his best man. When the time came to sit down and actually write up some notes and hit the bricks I just closed my laptop and decided it had to just come out. It couldn't be something I had prepared and practiced. It just had to be me, talking about my buddy and his wife in front of a couple hundred people...
But anyways, let's start from the beginning. The rehersal SUCKED. It didn't suck because it wasn't fun, it sucked because it was the priest's "day off" and we had some stand in there that just said stuff like "uh... this is how it normally goes." Long story short, gametime comes and I have no idea what to do. I'm standing there on the alter with my best friend, his girlfriend/wife, and her maid of honor with no FUCKING CLUE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. The priest had to keep telling us "what are you doing? Go here!" or "hey, come back, it's not time for that."
The best one was that Steve, the stand in priest, told me that it was my job to get matches so the mothers could light the "unity candle." He told me when they get called up to just hand them a book of matches. Ceremony starts, they walk up, I reach into my pocket to get the matches, walk over to them and they ghost me... walk up to the unity candles and use their own matches. There I am in front of all these people with my outstretched hand holding two books of matches I grabbed from the hotel and two emotional women ignoring me and walking right past as I stand there like the guy who goes for the high five and gets NOTHING.
Oh, and let's not forget the rings. About a minute before everything starts I get handed two little white boxes and am told "here... these are the rings." OK... what the fuck do I do with these? "I dunno."
So, now I've got rings, matches, and a flask half full of Johnny Walker Red in my pockets and didn't know what to do with any of those but the booze. The priest turns to me and angerly says "the rings???" to which I reply "What rings?" At this point the bride almost passes out. The priest must have thought I didn't hear him so he repeated himself, only this time I think he was doing his best SpaceBalls impression "the RINGS???" "Dude, that little kid brought them up, right? I'm not the damn ring bearer." At that point he throws his arms up and I realize "hey, I'm about to ruin my friend's wedding." and take the rings out and give them to the priest who blesses them while giving me the evil eye.
Later in the ceremony you expect to hear "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Well, that wasn't exactly how it went. It was more like "hey, kiss her."
The thing that threw me off was that it wasn't a full ceremony because the groom was not catholic. I guess things get a little jumbled when the priest is giving the short version, but I felt awkward as hell standing there trying to keep up with what was going on when things just didn't seem to make sense.
Don't get the wrong impression though, it was a beautiful ceremony and watching the two of them interact on the alter really took away a lot of my apprehention about the quality of their union. I'm just a perfectionist when it comes to ceremony type stuff and want things to go off as if the USMC had set it up.
So the wedding is over and we're taking pictures. By "we" I mean the families while the groomsmen and myself drank from our flasks and wondered why we couldn't sit down seeing as we weren't in any pictures. Then we took the limo (which was badass by the way... it was a stretched escalade with enough room for 20 grown ass men) to a park and took our wedding party pictures. That was cool because we decided to take pictures on a bridge that is used by EVERYONE at the park and they just kept on coming as we tried to pose for all sorts of pictures. That sounds sarcastic, but what made it cool was that every single person that came by congratulated the newlyweds. It is always nice to see respect for tradition from people who owe you nothing.
After the pictures we went back to the reception hall. This is where the nerves went crazy. I had been losing sleep for a week. I was nervous and jerky all day, but when we hit the reception... holy shit was I a mess. I was ok for a minute or two and then some bald guy in a suit comes up to me and says, "Excuse me, sir, but I need to see your invitation." He picked the wrong guy at the wrong time to start throwing down shit and I snapped. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" was shouted at him as I made a lunge at him and grabbed him by his shirt... yes... I'm from a 1920s silent film... I was short on options. Then he freaked out... "OH MY GOD... I'M THE DJ IT'S A JOKE PLEASE AHHHHH." I let him go and he goes "you're speech will be after everyone is seated and before dinner. Plan on 20 minutes. Right after the maid of honor... and I'm so sorry." I didn't feel bad for making him soil himself, immediately shoved my face with appetizers, and proceded to drink. Every drink went down slightly faster than the next until I saw the waiters pouring the champagne for the toast... then they barely hit the ice before they were gone. Then it was time.
The chick read her toast... which was nice... but ended with a poem. That was the best thing that could have possibly happened. That gave me an in to just smash her (gently), warm up the crowd, and test the waters.
"I have to appologize for two things. First, I don't have a poem." I held my breath and the split second it took everyone to realize that I was going to be fun and to laugh felt like a year. Then it happened. Laughter.
"Secondly, I was not aware that this was a toast until the rehersal when I was made aware that the 10 minutes of material I had prepared was neither apropriate or warranted for a wedding."
Laughter. I was in and this was going to be good.
The rest of the speech came out just like I had planned... until I got to the point where I got serious. I got to the point where I said "I can't believe I care this much..." and I felt it hit me... Holy shit. Your best friend is married and this is your only chance to get the point across in front of everyone that needs to hear it. This better be good... and then a knot formed in my throat and nothing came out. The silence I heard after I said those words and couldn't say anymore made it even worse. The entire "audience" was in the palm of my hand. I tried to think of something else to say that would slay everyone at that point but the more I tried the more I realized that I was going to be a huge sweaty lumberjack looking motherfucker standing with a drink in one hand and tears in my eyes if I even tried to say anything more... so I just let the silence speak for me, wished him luck, and let the maid do the honors of having everyone raise their glasses.
What I wanted to say was summed up perfectly in Kill Bill on Budd's sword "To my bother Budd, the only man I have ever loved." I love my best friend as a brother. I'd stand by him no matter what. I just hope he knows that and that my speech got that across.
Now he's off to Maui with his wife and will return to his home thousands of miles away on the opposite coast to live his new life. He moved away a couple years ago now and even though I spend time with him over xbox live often, it'll never be the same as stopping by his house on a rainy afternoon, loading up the recovery gear, and finding some trails to thrash with our trucks, or searching our favorite junk yard for just the right part that we'll never figure out how to use, or watching some stupid movie just because the cover was so bad that we had to know what was inside. He plans on coming back to where we grew up, but who knows where I'll be? The wedding was almost a sense of closure for me. I had a chance to put a final chapter on our friendship if that's how fate works out. Sure, we'll see each other when he visits his family or when I'm out in his neck of the woods on business, but the days of offroading because there's nothing else to do or having a few beers while trying to beat video games from decades past are, for all intensive purposes, over. Sure, that's not positive thinking, and as far as i'm concerned, if I ever get married, he'll be my best man (which should put in perspective how awesome our friendship is), but if things work out that we just grow too far apart, this weekend will stand as a closing of the book in the best way I could.
Do I want that to be the case? No fucking way. Is it likely? I don't know. He has an awesome job that loves him to death and the idea of them letting him go without making him an offer he can't refuse is unlikely. The boss at the branch of my company out there wants me out there badly, but I am under contract where I'm at for another year and a half before I can go... believe me... they tried hard to get me transfered, but amazingly, my job loves me too and they didn't want me go anywhere.
So that's the first thing on my mind. Is this the end of an era? But the other is marriage. I have a girlfriend that I love with all my heart. She is amazing. If things work out, who knows, but the closer marriage comes to a reality... and not even necesarily in MY life, but in lives that I am involved with... like my best friend's, the more questions that come up.
As a kid I just wanted to be a young dad. I wanted to be able to play sports with my kids, run around, have fun, and be the athletic guy that I am now in my children's memories. My father was exhausted when I was growing up, but for good reason. He was working around the clock at 3 different jobs to allow us kids to have a mommy home while we were too young to go to school. Then he worked nights and weekends to make ends meet. He still found time to throw the ball around, but I don't think I've ever seen my dad run. It never lessened my love for my father, but to me he seemed old even when I was a kid. It was extremely hard for me to come to grips with the fact that I'm older than my dad was when I was born, but that has since faded. I've been through some hard times and I've come out allright. I'm still struggling to get by, but only because I still have hands held out in my direction that expect me to actually pay them back for things I needed while I was "unhireable." In the very near future bills will be paid off and debt will be gone. At that point I'll be back on track to living a full and happy life free from fear of financial hardship... believe me... with what they're paying me at my job I have no business checking my account before I pay bills... but somehow I figure out a way to be on the edge month after month.
The other concerns I had about marriage were 1. Finding the love of my life and 2. Finding a home. I know... really not an amazing list, but those were really the only two things I considered when I was thinking about what needs to be done to be happy.
Now that I'm watching my friends get married and it's becoming more and more of a reality that this could happen to me one day other things are popping into my head. What do I do when I just want to veg out and be along with some video games or some other stupid shit for an unheardof ammount of time? What happens when I really want to do something and my wife digs her heels in and says "no."? How important is it that my wife enjoys the things I'm into? Is it OK that she just tolerates them or is it important that she takes part? What about debt? We both have debt that we don't see going away any time soon, how do we handle that? Credit... mine blows... does that hurt my chances at marrital bliss? What do you do when you don't agree with the other person on really important things?
The list goes on and on. The more I think, the more stupid questions come up that actually aren't so stupid when you consider going from just you and your two cats in your apartment to having another person who is not only financially involved in your life, but emotionally tied as well. It's not like it's a roommate who you can basically ignore completely, it's a person who's life is now your life. What you do affects them from the time you wake up until the time you wake up again.
The best way I've found to isolate my issues with marriage from my issues with personal space is to consider the differences between a roommate and a wife. That may sound silly, but when you think about it, it's a pretty clear example. Roommates split bills, but a wife splits the bank account. Roommates spend time together sometimes and other times don't, but wives require attention on a regular basis. Roommates have concerns about how you behave and how maintain your living quarters, but wives care about those things far beyond how it affects themselves, they care about how it affects you and what that means towards your future together.
bla bla bla.
It's not just the changes in your life, it's the finality that it brings. If you decide you want to marry someone who wants kids and you decide 5 years from now that it's just not going to happen then you're in for a divorce or a very unhappy life (or both). If you decide you want to enjoy your money instead of socking it away and she wants to save every penny... once you make that choice that for the rest of your life you are going to be bound to another living person who may or may not have similar goals you're in for the long haul.
That brings me to something the priest said that really changed the way I think about marriage. He said "Love brought you together, but marriage is the choice that you are making that says you are going to love this person forever." What this man of the cloth was saying is that love is what brings you together, but the feeling of naturaly occuring love has NOTHING to do with the rest of your life. If you have it, great. If you don't, then you have to remember that marriage is CHOOSING to love someone forever. It's an active choice and a decision, NOT a feeling. If you maintain your natural love for the rest of your life, great. If not, you've chosen to love this person and now it's like a tattoo. You got "mother" written on that banner over a heart and it's not going away so you have to live with it... so don't get that stupid tat if you aren't ready to show it off forever no matter how faded and stretched it gets.
I wanted to talk about all these things, so I started asking these questions to my chick. My thing was that all I know about my parents starts after i was born. I don't even know how they met let along what brought them to decide that they were going to get married and why it's worked out that they are still together going on 30 years later. My chick had a stroke of genious when she said, "why don't you just ask them?"
I called my parents. They weren't in so I left a message about something unrelated and went to bed. About an hour later I get a call from my mom. I start asking her questions and believe it or not... she had awesome answers. I felt like a 7 year old all over again. It was like laying in the grass and asking my dad why the sky was blue or what makes a car move. It was my mom and I talking. Me asking questions. My mother giving answers. And her answers came from the loving perspective of a mother looking out for her child. I haven't felt that warm and fuzzy about my family or my life in years. It was like she was kissing away the pain of a scraped knee. Every question came and was answered in such a simple and rational way. It was so easy. I just wanted to hug my mom and cry. Not because she solved any problems but because she was real to me. She wasn't just the woman who drove me to football practice anymore. She wasn't making dinner or doing my laundry. She was a human being who loved me and cares about me. I saw my mom as a woman who fell in love with a man. She was one half of a flawed but beautifully perfect relationship that made way for my life. I felt like I've never felt about my mom and dad. For the first time in my life they were people just like me with problems just like me who delt with them just like I can deal with them.
I had to send my mom an email to tell her how much it meant to me because I know that if I tried to tell her on the phone that she would shrug it off and be humble about it all.
Anyway, nobody is reading this for two reasons. 1. It's too long. and 2. I haven't posted anything forever... so goodbye.
PS. My mom and dad met at a bar
I realized I was sitting at the head table at my best friend's wedding and that I had to get up and say something that would be recorded and remembered for the rest of his life. I had to put the friendship of my life into words in front of everyone that mattered in his life. I had written about 10 different versions of the toast the week before and had been thinking about it ever since he got engaged and told me I was going to be his best man. When the time came to sit down and actually write up some notes and hit the bricks I just closed my laptop and decided it had to just come out. It couldn't be something I had prepared and practiced. It just had to be me, talking about my buddy and his wife in front of a couple hundred people...
But anyways, let's start from the beginning. The rehersal SUCKED. It didn't suck because it wasn't fun, it sucked because it was the priest's "day off" and we had some stand in there that just said stuff like "uh... this is how it normally goes." Long story short, gametime comes and I have no idea what to do. I'm standing there on the alter with my best friend, his girlfriend/wife, and her maid of honor with no FUCKING CLUE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. The priest had to keep telling us "what are you doing? Go here!" or "hey, come back, it's not time for that."
The best one was that Steve, the stand in priest, told me that it was my job to get matches so the mothers could light the "unity candle." He told me when they get called up to just hand them a book of matches. Ceremony starts, they walk up, I reach into my pocket to get the matches, walk over to them and they ghost me... walk up to the unity candles and use their own matches. There I am in front of all these people with my outstretched hand holding two books of matches I grabbed from the hotel and two emotional women ignoring me and walking right past as I stand there like the guy who goes for the high five and gets NOTHING.
Oh, and let's not forget the rings. About a minute before everything starts I get handed two little white boxes and am told "here... these are the rings." OK... what the fuck do I do with these? "I dunno."
So, now I've got rings, matches, and a flask half full of Johnny Walker Red in my pockets and didn't know what to do with any of those but the booze. The priest turns to me and angerly says "the rings???" to which I reply "What rings?" At this point the bride almost passes out. The priest must have thought I didn't hear him so he repeated himself, only this time I think he was doing his best SpaceBalls impression "the RINGS???" "Dude, that little kid brought them up, right? I'm not the damn ring bearer." At that point he throws his arms up and I realize "hey, I'm about to ruin my friend's wedding." and take the rings out and give them to the priest who blesses them while giving me the evil eye.
Later in the ceremony you expect to hear "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Well, that wasn't exactly how it went. It was more like "hey, kiss her."
The thing that threw me off was that it wasn't a full ceremony because the groom was not catholic. I guess things get a little jumbled when the priest is giving the short version, but I felt awkward as hell standing there trying to keep up with what was going on when things just didn't seem to make sense.
Don't get the wrong impression though, it was a beautiful ceremony and watching the two of them interact on the alter really took away a lot of my apprehention about the quality of their union. I'm just a perfectionist when it comes to ceremony type stuff and want things to go off as if the USMC had set it up.
So the wedding is over and we're taking pictures. By "we" I mean the families while the groomsmen and myself drank from our flasks and wondered why we couldn't sit down seeing as we weren't in any pictures. Then we took the limo (which was badass by the way... it was a stretched escalade with enough room for 20 grown ass men) to a park and took our wedding party pictures. That was cool because we decided to take pictures on a bridge that is used by EVERYONE at the park and they just kept on coming as we tried to pose for all sorts of pictures. That sounds sarcastic, but what made it cool was that every single person that came by congratulated the newlyweds. It is always nice to see respect for tradition from people who owe you nothing.
After the pictures we went back to the reception hall. This is where the nerves went crazy. I had been losing sleep for a week. I was nervous and jerky all day, but when we hit the reception... holy shit was I a mess. I was ok for a minute or two and then some bald guy in a suit comes up to me and says, "Excuse me, sir, but I need to see your invitation." He picked the wrong guy at the wrong time to start throwing down shit and I snapped. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" was shouted at him as I made a lunge at him and grabbed him by his shirt... yes... I'm from a 1920s silent film... I was short on options. Then he freaked out... "OH MY GOD... I'M THE DJ IT'S A JOKE PLEASE AHHHHH." I let him go and he goes "you're speech will be after everyone is seated and before dinner. Plan on 20 minutes. Right after the maid of honor... and I'm so sorry." I didn't feel bad for making him soil himself, immediately shoved my face with appetizers, and proceded to drink. Every drink went down slightly faster than the next until I saw the waiters pouring the champagne for the toast... then they barely hit the ice before they were gone. Then it was time.
The chick read her toast... which was nice... but ended with a poem. That was the best thing that could have possibly happened. That gave me an in to just smash her (gently), warm up the crowd, and test the waters.
"I have to appologize for two things. First, I don't have a poem." I held my breath and the split second it took everyone to realize that I was going to be fun and to laugh felt like a year. Then it happened. Laughter.
"Secondly, I was not aware that this was a toast until the rehersal when I was made aware that the 10 minutes of material I had prepared was neither apropriate or warranted for a wedding."
Laughter. I was in and this was going to be good.
The rest of the speech came out just like I had planned... until I got to the point where I got serious. I got to the point where I said "I can't believe I care this much..." and I felt it hit me... Holy shit. Your best friend is married and this is your only chance to get the point across in front of everyone that needs to hear it. This better be good... and then a knot formed in my throat and nothing came out. The silence I heard after I said those words and couldn't say anymore made it even worse. The entire "audience" was in the palm of my hand. I tried to think of something else to say that would slay everyone at that point but the more I tried the more I realized that I was going to be a huge sweaty lumberjack looking motherfucker standing with a drink in one hand and tears in my eyes if I even tried to say anything more... so I just let the silence speak for me, wished him luck, and let the maid do the honors of having everyone raise their glasses.
What I wanted to say was summed up perfectly in Kill Bill on Budd's sword "To my bother Budd, the only man I have ever loved." I love my best friend as a brother. I'd stand by him no matter what. I just hope he knows that and that my speech got that across.
Now he's off to Maui with his wife and will return to his home thousands of miles away on the opposite coast to live his new life. He moved away a couple years ago now and even though I spend time with him over xbox live often, it'll never be the same as stopping by his house on a rainy afternoon, loading up the recovery gear, and finding some trails to thrash with our trucks, or searching our favorite junk yard for just the right part that we'll never figure out how to use, or watching some stupid movie just because the cover was so bad that we had to know what was inside. He plans on coming back to where we grew up, but who knows where I'll be? The wedding was almost a sense of closure for me. I had a chance to put a final chapter on our friendship if that's how fate works out. Sure, we'll see each other when he visits his family or when I'm out in his neck of the woods on business, but the days of offroading because there's nothing else to do or having a few beers while trying to beat video games from decades past are, for all intensive purposes, over. Sure, that's not positive thinking, and as far as i'm concerned, if I ever get married, he'll be my best man (which should put in perspective how awesome our friendship is), but if things work out that we just grow too far apart, this weekend will stand as a closing of the book in the best way I could.
Do I want that to be the case? No fucking way. Is it likely? I don't know. He has an awesome job that loves him to death and the idea of them letting him go without making him an offer he can't refuse is unlikely. The boss at the branch of my company out there wants me out there badly, but I am under contract where I'm at for another year and a half before I can go... believe me... they tried hard to get me transfered, but amazingly, my job loves me too and they didn't want me go anywhere.
So that's the first thing on my mind. Is this the end of an era? But the other is marriage. I have a girlfriend that I love with all my heart. She is amazing. If things work out, who knows, but the closer marriage comes to a reality... and not even necesarily in MY life, but in lives that I am involved with... like my best friend's, the more questions that come up.
As a kid I just wanted to be a young dad. I wanted to be able to play sports with my kids, run around, have fun, and be the athletic guy that I am now in my children's memories. My father was exhausted when I was growing up, but for good reason. He was working around the clock at 3 different jobs to allow us kids to have a mommy home while we were too young to go to school. Then he worked nights and weekends to make ends meet. He still found time to throw the ball around, but I don't think I've ever seen my dad run. It never lessened my love for my father, but to me he seemed old even when I was a kid. It was extremely hard for me to come to grips with the fact that I'm older than my dad was when I was born, but that has since faded. I've been through some hard times and I've come out allright. I'm still struggling to get by, but only because I still have hands held out in my direction that expect me to actually pay them back for things I needed while I was "unhireable." In the very near future bills will be paid off and debt will be gone. At that point I'll be back on track to living a full and happy life free from fear of financial hardship... believe me... with what they're paying me at my job I have no business checking my account before I pay bills... but somehow I figure out a way to be on the edge month after month.
The other concerns I had about marriage were 1. Finding the love of my life and 2. Finding a home. I know... really not an amazing list, but those were really the only two things I considered when I was thinking about what needs to be done to be happy.
Now that I'm watching my friends get married and it's becoming more and more of a reality that this could happen to me one day other things are popping into my head. What do I do when I just want to veg out and be along with some video games or some other stupid shit for an unheardof ammount of time? What happens when I really want to do something and my wife digs her heels in and says "no."? How important is it that my wife enjoys the things I'm into? Is it OK that she just tolerates them or is it important that she takes part? What about debt? We both have debt that we don't see going away any time soon, how do we handle that? Credit... mine blows... does that hurt my chances at marrital bliss? What do you do when you don't agree with the other person on really important things?
The list goes on and on. The more I think, the more stupid questions come up that actually aren't so stupid when you consider going from just you and your two cats in your apartment to having another person who is not only financially involved in your life, but emotionally tied as well. It's not like it's a roommate who you can basically ignore completely, it's a person who's life is now your life. What you do affects them from the time you wake up until the time you wake up again.
The best way I've found to isolate my issues with marriage from my issues with personal space is to consider the differences between a roommate and a wife. That may sound silly, but when you think about it, it's a pretty clear example. Roommates split bills, but a wife splits the bank account. Roommates spend time together sometimes and other times don't, but wives require attention on a regular basis. Roommates have concerns about how you behave and how maintain your living quarters, but wives care about those things far beyond how it affects themselves, they care about how it affects you and what that means towards your future together.
bla bla bla.
It's not just the changes in your life, it's the finality that it brings. If you decide you want to marry someone who wants kids and you decide 5 years from now that it's just not going to happen then you're in for a divorce or a very unhappy life (or both). If you decide you want to enjoy your money instead of socking it away and she wants to save every penny... once you make that choice that for the rest of your life you are going to be bound to another living person who may or may not have similar goals you're in for the long haul.
That brings me to something the priest said that really changed the way I think about marriage. He said "Love brought you together, but marriage is the choice that you are making that says you are going to love this person forever." What this man of the cloth was saying is that love is what brings you together, but the feeling of naturaly occuring love has NOTHING to do with the rest of your life. If you have it, great. If you don't, then you have to remember that marriage is CHOOSING to love someone forever. It's an active choice and a decision, NOT a feeling. If you maintain your natural love for the rest of your life, great. If not, you've chosen to love this person and now it's like a tattoo. You got "mother" written on that banner over a heart and it's not going away so you have to live with it... so don't get that stupid tat if you aren't ready to show it off forever no matter how faded and stretched it gets.
I wanted to talk about all these things, so I started asking these questions to my chick. My thing was that all I know about my parents starts after i was born. I don't even know how they met let along what brought them to decide that they were going to get married and why it's worked out that they are still together going on 30 years later. My chick had a stroke of genious when she said, "why don't you just ask them?"
I called my parents. They weren't in so I left a message about something unrelated and went to bed. About an hour later I get a call from my mom. I start asking her questions and believe it or not... she had awesome answers. I felt like a 7 year old all over again. It was like laying in the grass and asking my dad why the sky was blue or what makes a car move. It was my mom and I talking. Me asking questions. My mother giving answers. And her answers came from the loving perspective of a mother looking out for her child. I haven't felt that warm and fuzzy about my family or my life in years. It was like she was kissing away the pain of a scraped knee. Every question came and was answered in such a simple and rational way. It was so easy. I just wanted to hug my mom and cry. Not because she solved any problems but because she was real to me. She wasn't just the woman who drove me to football practice anymore. She wasn't making dinner or doing my laundry. She was a human being who loved me and cares about me. I saw my mom as a woman who fell in love with a man. She was one half of a flawed but beautifully perfect relationship that made way for my life. I felt like I've never felt about my mom and dad. For the first time in my life they were people just like me with problems just like me who delt with them just like I can deal with them.
I had to send my mom an email to tell her how much it meant to me because I know that if I tried to tell her on the phone that she would shrug it off and be humble about it all.
Anyway, nobody is reading this for two reasons. 1. It's too long. and 2. I haven't posted anything forever... so goodbye.
PS. My mom and dad met at a bar
posted by NJX70 at 7:09 PM
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