Dear Irene
Today, the universe finally saw fit to gift me something I didn’t think I’d ever get. Something that I wondered if I had missed. Something I didn’t know I needed. (Thanks universe, this kinda makes up for punching me in the gut for the last couple years.)
Finding out that I finally outlived you was like a tensed up muscle finally relaxing, or perhaps finally taking that massive shit that you’ve been holding in all day is more apt. Like taking a long and deep breath after having a fight with someone.
I’ve never ever hated anyone in this whole wide world as much as I hated you.
You were a selfish, condescending, snooty, greedy, wretched, lazy, worthless sack of human waste. The world is better off without you in it.
I can’t say that I’m sad that you’re gone, because I’m not. If I had any good memories of you then I might be sad, but I don’t. You only ever treated me like a nuisance you were forced to put up with because I was your brother’s son.
I’ll never shed a tear over you. I’ll leave the shedding of tears to The Bride from the end of Kill Bill, part 2 because I feel I’m in the same mental state of elation that she was in the bathroom.
If you hadn’t been a cunt and kicked me out of the house I suppose I might not have had any of the experiences I’ve had through out my life since then, so I guess thanks for that? But even admitting that makes me sick to my stomach. Some part of me thinks that even if I had been allowed to stay there, fate would have intervened and I still would have met some of the people I now know.
You treated my brother like shit, all because the day my father died the only thing you were interested in was money he supposedly owed you. The rest of us were devastated and hurting and the only driving force for you the day that he died was greed.
I can only hope in your final days, the only things you could taste were iron and ash and the bitter misery of loneliness. I hope you know that you are the most hated person in this whole family; at least you are for me. I’ll let my siblings speak for themselves.
Today is the first day I’ve seen your face since the early 2000’s. In my opinion, not long enough of a time has passed. I could have gone the rest of my life never seeing you again. You’re still just as unsightly as I remember you though; I see that turkey neck like gullet has only gotten more pronounced with time.
I truly despise you. Truly. And so does everyone else in this world that I’ve told the story about how you acted to. Yours will be a legacy of greed and selfishness, you will never compare to your brother in any fashion. Your existence is a stain upon humanity and our family. I don’t know how my grandparents raised such a terrible child. I suppose if you were my sister I’d volunteer to go to war too, it would be preferable than putting up with you all day.
This post will be the only time and place that I ever claim that I am related to you, but you will never again be counted among my family. Not my biological family, not my chosen family. You and I share some DNA and that is it. As far as I’m concerned, we’re nothing.
Oh, and one last thing. If hell is a real place, and right now I hope it is, I’ll see you when I get there. I plan on making your eternity as miserable as you made my existence.