The self-righteous suicide of an
imaginary demi-god caused my emotional masochism.
My mother introduced me to that nonsensical rubbish.
I loved her, even if my respect for her is gone. I came
from her womb and I came in her womb. No amount
of manipulation on her part could break that visceral
bond. It should have never happened, but we live in
desperate times. She's the reason my only begotten
son exists. She's the reason I exist. I miss her terribly.
Rest in peace, my darling and greedy Analis.
I don't count my sister's rape spawn as mine.
That was an act of violence against me.