Reconciling Saints

Dear Dead Husband - 

It's your birthday! So I'll be headed to Pivot and Mirror Twin with the usual suspects, just like we used to. 

If you were one to worry about such things, I'd tell you that I won't drink much. But you never cared because, HEY!, you and I were going out to celebrate as best we could. And BOY could we!

Anyway, I can't because I'm broke so I'm very, VERY limited. Yeah, it's your damn father still. The asshole wants his 25% of the WHOLE VALUE of the house ($36,000), not taking into account the fact that, as 25% owner, he's also responsible for 25% of the mortgage and any upkeep. No... he says that, since I'm living here and take advantage of 100% of the property, I should be paying 100% of the expenses. So now I keep going into the negative until the next check comes or I sell something of yours (sorry).

Please go haunt your dad or something. You know... go full Jacob Marley on his ass. Pleaseandthankyou. 

SO! You funny boy, you. This...THIS is so very like you. 

I posted what I feel is an apropos picture of us as a profile pic on FB today and noticed that you had commented on it 6 years ago when I first shared it. 

A year and a half later and you're still throwing punches… so I replied. Let me tell you that I laughed PRETTY loudly when I saw the comment. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASSHOLE! 

I love you. I miss you. I'm off to go celebrate you and all things that you brought into my life (like, Tracy... she's so awesome).