Your drinking habits are an embarrassment. I’m sorry that you are having a hard time dealing with the death of your mother (and my grandmother, mind you), but you disgust me. I’m sorry that you are so insecure that the only thing you can do to calm yourself is to crack open some cold beers and a gallon jug of margaritas.
I hate seeing my uncle this way. And it is rubbing of on the rest of the cousins. After the funeral we ate lunch and you insisted on ordering more alcohol. You can’t accept who you are, so everyone has to listen to your drunken rants.
Your sister (my mom) was torn to pieces by her mother’s death. And when she looks to her siblings for support, she gets a bitchy younger sister and a wasted older brother. I’m sending this for her. She will never have the courage to say anything, so I have to.
Man up and sober up.