My future wife deserves better than the person that I am right now. I’m not respecting myself enough. I’m holding onto girls that don’t want me. I’m self-destructing and doing things that are toxic to my mental health. The woman I’m meant to marry is out there waiting for me to get my shit together. It’s time. No more toxicity. It’s time to let the past be my past so that my future can be let in. Everything I do from now on I will do with my kids and my wife in mind. I don’t know where you are, sweetheart, but starting now I’m working on becoming the version of myself that you’re waiting for and when I finally find you, we’re gonna be what fairytales are made of.















