What follows was written shortly after a tragic event in 2023. While softened since then, it reveals my humanity and evolving relationship with anger. It sheds light on how anger can catalyze growth and change. Though some may find it harsh, I encourage you to read with empathy, recognizing it as part of my journey. I aim to illuminate both the positive and negative impacts of parenting styles
Dear Fidelina Martinez
Oh, my dear Fidelina, it’s amusing how you portrayed yourself as the epitome of virtue while covertly working to destroy a marriage and support nefarious actions. But guess what? The time for pretenses is over! Let the truth shine brighter than ever before. Thank god that I was never graced by your wickedness, in person. Nevertheless, let me start by saying Honey, unlike you, I don’t hide behind closed doors pretending to be a proper woman. It’s time to air out the closet. Tipa open the door because it’s Hella funky up in that bitch! Don’t fret; I’m here to help with that stench. The forthcoming book will work wonders in “febrezing” the entire situation!
Let’s not forget the role I played in your son’s life—a purpose he had long yearned for. Remember when he was nothing more than a family ¨honey-do-List¨. A mere errand boy to fill the role of a missing man! Well, it was my unwavering belief in him that transformed his life. But instead of being grateful, you chose to harbor hatred and he betrayed my trust. Ah, how amusing it is to witness your joy as he strayed down the wrong path, surrounded by unsavory characters. I even heard you cackling with “Gail” about trivial matters like canceling Netflix. How petty can one get? Nevertheless, you taught me to stop being a CAPTAIN SAVE-A-BRO and to respect the saying children are a reflection of their parents.
Let me remind you, Fidelina, that I am a firm advocate for justice and diversity. My passion for making a difference and my unwavering commitment to excellence were the driving forces behind our successful venture at Kidz Roc Inc. Yes, that’s right, your son owes his newfound success to me. Without my guidance and hard work, he would still be stuck in his mundane routine, while you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to embezzle funds on his behalf. It’s clear you would have preferred that toxic life. Why would you want him to break the chains of trauma and low-vibrating lifestyles? Is it so unbearable that your son married an educated woman who uplifted him? Perhaps you would have preferred him to continue his mediocre existence, indulging in affairs with coworkers and marrying for convenience. Or maybe following your footsteps and marrying his cousin would have been more suitable? Ah, the wonders of Freud’s theories!
So, Fidelina, join me on this journey as I expose the darkness that lurks within, confronting the wicked hand that rocked the cradle and connecting to Erick Erickson’s stages of development. This is a story of empowerment, where diversity triumphs and justice prevails. Lastly, let me clarify that my anger is not misplaced. It stems from the blatant disrespect and maliciousness that you and your son have shown. The manipulation and deceit have not gone unnoticed. The hand that rocked the cradle has indeed proven to be wicked, leaving a lasting mark on your family’s DNA. But fear not, for my peace and healing shall prevail! With that said, I would like to thank you once again and remind you that MY BALLS DON’T FIT IN PANTS! You underestimate me so stay tuned as the chapters unfold. The truth will be unveiled, piece by piece. Are you ready?