”Hi Esteban,

You’re probably wondering why I even bothered to write you a letter, and that is a really really good question. Thought of writing this got me a little bit excited, so I just said, “Why the hell not?”

Firstly, I hope the little ones are doing alright. Those kids deserve nothing but good things in their lives. It’s a shame that their father is a bellend like yourself. Now, we can move on to the exciting part.

Get your humongous fucking head out of your hairy arse and pay attention to those around you every once in a while. Are you aware of the pain you’re causing to your wife? I know I offed myself and left my lady behind, but she knows that I loved her more than I loved myself, and it hurts me to say this, but I know that she’s crying over my death. Let me tell you this: your death would be the third best thing your wife has ever experienced. Nothing could overtake the birth of the twins, of course.

Stop being a stuck-up cunt and give your hand to those around you. Your bank account is filled with freaking millions, but all you do is buy cars. When was the last time you gave your wife flowers? When was the last time you bought gifts for your children, other than their birthday? Have you ever donated money to charities? When was the last time you spent the weekend with your family?

If you don’t love them -that would be beyond dumb, by the way- just leave. Living with someone that doesn’t give a flying fuck about you is heart-shattering. There is this somewhat cheesy, but in the right context absolutely correct saying: “I’m not the stepdad; I’m the dad that stepped up.” They deserve to have someone that steps up. You either fucking step up quickly, or you will lose them.

Mate, I fucking hated living. But having someone I love and being loved kept me going. You already love living, so imagine how great life could be if you start loving people. They love you even in this disgusting state. Don’t let that pure love go to fucking waste.

Get your shit together.
Let love be your fuel, not greed.”