You have been a shithead.
You have caused me more stress, more anxiety, more heartache and more depression than I have ever known. You have caused the end of friendships, familial battles and enough tears to fill a lake. You have caused me to question myself, my abilities and my sense of belonging.
And just when it seems I should write you off as The Worst Year of My Life, I must also remember that you gave me my wedding, and thus my husband, which was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me.
Ps. Please tell your sister, 2011, to be nice to me. I literally don’t think I could withstand another one like you.