When I was little he would always tell me how fat and ugly I was and I would never lose weight and get pretty and that I would die alone.
It's kind of stuck in my head now.
My uncle hasn't seen me in 4 or 5 years and it was so funny.
I was sitting with my brother, and he was like "Hey, Domenic"
Gives him a hug, walks away without even glancing at me.
He comes back like 5 minutes later "Jess?!"
Haha.
Apparently I got pretty and skinnier in those years I haven't seen or heard from him.
It's kind of stuck in my head now.