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Dear Timmy,
Elizabeth and I want to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials. It fills our hearts with pride and joy to see that you have found your soulmate, the one, the person that makes all the nonsensical bullshit go away, your better half, your life companion for better and for worse, in sickness and in health- Well you know the deal. Elizabeth wanted me to write something sappy to congratulate you, so please tell her I did. We are very proud of you, of the man you have become and of the husband you are going to be.
There’s something I want to touch on very briefly, I don’t want to interfere in your life Tim. I am glad you are getting settled with a fantastic girl and all. I’m glad you want us to be part of your wedding. I really am. We really wanna be there for you both. But, and again I don’t want to meddle; don’t you think there’s some stuff you should discuss with her before you both make this commitment? No that I’m implying you are going to regret marrying her, but you may regret not being honest with her from the beginning. There are things that can destroy any trust you have for a person you care about. There are things you don’t recover from.
Look, I’m sorry, I know I’m overstepping, but again, I’m just concerned. All I’m trying to say is- well, you kissed me Tim, you went to my room that night three weeks ago and kissed me. Are those the kind of things you do weeks before getting married? I know we don’t talk about it. Obviously, it’s not a big deal to you. You acted perfectly normal the morning after. And I just- I don’t want to sound crude but- Is this the new you, Tim? Is it so easy for you to dismiss what you do now? I sometimes feel like I don’t know you at all anymore or that maybe I only ever knew one side of you. I used to think you were transparent, that I could read you like a book, but now- Have you always lied to me Timothée? Do you even know who you are? Do you have any regard for what your actions do to others? Look deep within yourself buddy, why you would be kissing me weeks before getting married?
Don’t fuck up your life. Don’t fuck up her life. Don’t fuck mine up. You told me all those months ago to let you go remember? and I did Timmy. I fucking let you go. Were you there to see how that broke me? How I had to hide behind alcohol and work to keep moving forward?
All I know is I don’t need this bullshit from you again. My life is getting back on track. You made me realize I have exactly what I want and I got it all by myself. Didn’t need my parents’ money to get where I am today. Didn’t need their guidance or prayers to get a beautiful family. If you only knew how many times they told me I was an irresponsible, ungrateful sinner for not adhering to their creeds. How many times they said I would never have anything meaningful in my life. They had to swallow their words when they saw the family I built with Elizabeth, the father I am to Harper and Ford. How my kids love me, how they seek me in the crowds, how we laugh. I know my mom wonders how I can be the parent she never was to me. How I can do it without the bullshit she believes in. I made this beautiful family and I don’t need anything else. I don’t need you.
So you can go ahead and pretend you are happy with that girl, pretend you want to cherish her and build a family with her and spend the rest of your life with her. You and I both know the truth. But keep lying, keep acting like the perfect boyfriend. The perfect gentleman that doesn’t spend every waking minute wanting to leave it all behind. If you want to live a lie the rest of your life that’s your problem, buddy not mine. I wish you had the balls to be yourself, but please just leave me the fuck alone.
Sincerely,
Armie Hammer