Do you miss us? Last Christmas we sat at your parents table. Pictures were being taken. I saw you lean in, smile, and then just as quickly frown and walk away. I know you were talking to him that night. I caught you in the other room on your phone. You quickly hid it. Remember what you said on the porch? Me too. You hated it that I could see right through you. I hated it too. I hate being right. Now that everyone knows what you’re capable of, and that you lost your credibility I don’t expect to see you around at all. You’ll stay in that little town forever. Waiting on your parents to die completing the cycle of entitlement and unearned wealth. It takes awhile for people to find out just how fucked up you really are, but they always do. I’d rather be honest and broken than live a life of lies and deception. I sent the kids presents. She should get hers today. I know you’ll hate it but she’s too old for you to take it away. His will arrive in a couple of days. It too will annoy you but that’s not why I got it. Well, say hi to your brother for me. Maybe I should send over some Modelos. Merry Christmas Meauxs