Hey Waffle Gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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Now today's first story does come with a couple of warnings

on it of death of a loved one and domestic violence as well. So if you do want to skip the story,

please feel free to do so. Time stamps are always down in the description along the timeline below.

Thank you. And it's titled, I the asshole for telling my fiance, her tattoo of my dead brother,

makes me uncomfortable.

First time Reddeter here.

Okay, so for context, my older brother, 30 male, while I'm 29 male, passed away three years

ago in a motorcycle accident.

This fucked me up severely, and still does.

He was my best friend, and we had that whole inseparable since we knew each other type

shit, even if he was older.

He was never the stereotypical older brother bully sort, and I loved him for that.

Anyway, my fiancé who I call Bella is 28 female, and met him only a few times, but

always said she admired our bond, as she has no real siblings of her own.

Only step, but they aren't close.

A few weeks ago, Bella surprised me with a fucking tattoo she got in memory of my brother.

It's this pretty fucking big, realistic, gray scale tattoo of his face

with a little Snoopy icon besides it on her upper arm. With his nickname we use, and his birth and death

dates underneath. When I saw this, I was fucking stunned. She said she did it as a tribute to him and to

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