Hi Mom:
I hope you're in a good mood; I mean, not grumpy, sitting down, I don't want you to fall flat on your back, God forbid. And happy after spending the day trying to cheer you up. Let's take it one step at a time, shall we? Okay, my love, I promise I won't hurt you too much, my beautiful queen, my darling mommy, sweet Clami.
1- If you want to make Charo hate me, tell her while you're at it how you whitewash your dad's dead penis. Or have you forgotten what a drunk, liar, womanizer, abuser, and rapist Sansur was? Why don't you also tell her how you failed to make Patricia and me believe he was a good father? Anyway, it's enough that you say your dad was a drunken saint. What did his hands smell like after he raped you? Like you or me? In other words, when a father rapes his own daughter, does he leave the scent of his presence on her, or is this just nonsense you've chosen to forget to avoid acknowledging the childhood abuse you suffered? Wow, you must have done something right for me, blind, tired, and sleepless, to write you this letter, Mama Chlamydia.
2- About Charo, I couldn't care less if that woman hates me. Because I know how I feel about her. Anyway, if you consider this war, keep in mind, Giovannita, that I'll play dirty. Congratulations, finally, you fucking idiot, you send me an email. You dirty, opportunistic South American. Do you know how I feel about you? Hate, love? No way, indifference. The same indifference that psychopathic children feel when they see their own mother spread their asses and shove a stick up their asses. The same one you shoved up my ass when I was 22.
3- Cry, throw a tantrum, curse me, beg, cry. Do whatever you want. But of course, don't apologize, because I'm not going to grant it. This is swift, this is direct, this is without excuses or mercy. Because, Mom, this is personal now. And I swear to you, even if it's my last wish, and I die locked up, that the last thing you'll see in this life will be my ghostly smile, and when I die, it will be because of your actions, because that jerk Juan is haunting my head and the house, ha ha ha. When you inherit the house in Vecindario and your mother sleeps in that room, she'll only see the specter of her abuser making love to her. Because that's what he, Ytchz, does often. STUPID WHORE.
4- I'm so sorry, but you wanted to make it personal. Once this letter is sent, you should know that it will be public knowledge. So they can judge you in SMA. Welcome to the Carrefour club, Mom, my dear. 5- Do you feel special for having a good man by your side? Doesn't he seem more like a prize for dildos? YEAH, it turns out your Pimp is a giant dildo with a real cock and a practically brand-new ass. Can I, metaphorically, Mom? Can I, please... I mean, can I desecrate the Corpse, please? Anyway, I don't believe it, poor Heinold, his little wife is Clami Mutter. Ha ha ha.
6- If my father or I lose our lives because you take this house from us, I promise you that if I'm still alive I'll go and fuck all your friends. I'll fuck every single one of those stinking old hags you know as friends at the club, and I won't give a shit about their husbands or their university degrees because, as you can understand, your friends are usually, as they say, use-and-dispose stupid rich girls. Why don't you tell Charo that you also hate the son of one of your classmates? What was that autistic retard's name again, my love? Manuelito? You fucking hypocritical old hag, you don't even have the balls to visit your own mother.
7- I don't want to see you, as far as I'm concerned you're already sleeping eternally. It was just a figure of speech, you know what I mean? Or am I writing slower? Does something itch down there? Ah, that's why you don't have more kids, right? Because they'd be born with chlamydia, hahahahaha. Filthy, filthy, stinky girl, my love. Why didn't you use a condom? Did the money and the red Ferrari turn you on so much, huh? Put on a little Doctor Giovanna. IN THE END, THE MYTH OF THE HAPPY FAMILY BECAME THE MYTH OF THE SOUTH AMERICAN VAGINA, THE CHLAMY VAGINA.
8- If this letter seems heavy, get ready for when I have a little more power. You'll never set foot in Vecindario again. Nobody loves you here. Not me, not Patricia, not Dad, not even your own mother. Poor girl, I really feel sorry for you.
9- Want to know why you disgust me?
Smell your breath
Fucking stoner drunk
Perfect chlamydia
Stinking ego
Sweaty drool
Six-year-old vomit
Fucking abusive witch
I hope
God
lets you die in peace
Fucking whore
Scumbag imbecile
Your eyes don't make me cry
Your memory makes me vomit
And out of nowhere
a question
What does it feel like
to never be able to have
children
ever again
Sergei