March 24, 2026
Hello everyone,
I’m Quetzal Sanchez, yes, Irene Sanchez’s son. I am writing to you all to address the current drama that has been going on because of a certain someone who has skid marks in his underwear, yeah, you know who you are. I just wanted to say that I am not going to be light on the answers or responses I give, so do not expect me to be as nice as my mother. I am a whole different story. Ever since my mom made a post on Friday, people have been going after her, calling her a liar, a crazy person, all that stuff. My question for you is, why the hell are you talking about my mother like that? You say she is a liar, yet how can she fake the audio, or the pictures? She has been quite patient yet I think I’m about ready to go nuclear. Every time you call her a liar, you are calling a 13 year old a liar.
I have been through this shit. I still remember his dumb voice, the rude comments he would say. I remember getting in his face to protect my mom. Do you wanna know why I got in his face? It’s because he said my mom was lacking. That she was lacking in her work, not doing the housework or working for him. And instead of backing down, I started mocking his dumbass. “She’s lacking? Oh yeah she’s lacking?” My mother and I still crack up because of that. The whole point of that example is to show how I had to try to protect my mother. I had to go through so much because of these people. I spent most of this night (It was Tuesday, March 24th, going into Wednesday, March 25th at 12:05 AM) crying with my Mother because I do not feel okay.
I have recently gone through a break up with my first girlfriend of 10 and a half months on Thursday, March 19th and I have been trying to keep it together ever since. I am not okay, and ever since Thursday I have not been. I have been trying to bottle everything up so I don’t make my Mom cry or be worried about me. My Mother and I can not keep going through this drama and we ask you people to please leave us alone.
Any time a woman speaks up about trauma she has gone through, people say she is lying, or she’s not telling both sides of the story. Well fuckers, this time it’s not only a woman who is telling the story, it’s her damn son too. So if you may be thinking, “Oh well he can be lying just to protect his Mom,” I hope you fools know that I would not protect my Mother if she did some bad things to these people. While I admit she has cussed at them, never once did she manipulate or abuse them as they did to her. You can also ask the question, “Well why didn’t she get out of these positions if they were so bad?” Well dumbass, we had no where to fucking go and a family member and others weren’t exactly the nicest to us and my Mom was working 2-3 jobs, barely keeping up, so it wasn’t like we had options to just move out whenever she so pleased. Plus these men took her money all the time and mine. Money would disappear out of my piggy bank when we lived with Matt. I just want to remind you all that I am staying up until the morning writing this and it is now currently 12:14 AM on Wednesday.
I am stressing that you people just leave us alone already. I hope that you have learned your lesson Matt and Sean. Oh and don’t think I won’t expose you both, because we’re just getting started. So Matt, I’m sure you remember making my Mother do the house work. Am I correct? Well, because you were lazy and too busy sitting on your fatass, she was cleaning your clothes and oh! What do you know? She finds shit stains in them. Hmm, so there is an audio clip my Mother will be posting of you threatening her with what you have been doing and keep doing since she left you, but the whole summary of it is that you’re saying that you are better, she is worse, that you are great, that you don’t make everything about you but that the world makes everything about you. That’s pretty condescending isn’t it?
Oh and I asked a lot of people at my school if they knew who this famous Matt was, but I so unsurprisingly found that no one has ever heard of your ass. Oh but I thought the whole world made everything about you right? Going back to how you are better than my Mother at everything, it sure seems like you’re not good at wiping your own ass. And also you specifically stated that you are better than her intellectually, correct? So why is it that my Mom has a PhD, a Masters degree, a Bachelors degree, an Associates degree and is now teaching? Oh and we mustn’t forget that you said that she wasn’t doing enough and that she wasn’t pushing hard enough or working hard enough. Then why is your crusty ass still at your Mom’s house in Diamond Bar? It was funny when you thought you were all gangster and from L.A. Fool you don’t know what it’s like to live in L.A. You know, I heard gunshots when I lived in Boyle Heights? Even now where I’m living I don’t flex that I lived in certain parts of L.A. or that I know people who are affiliated with gangs. Drop that tough act, you just look stupid, oh but even if you do drop all of this high and mighty bullshit, you’re still a dumbass who will never ever be half of what I am at 13. Okay, enough about you.
Let’s go onto Sean! So, you think it’s nice to beat up women right? To call my mom names and me a shithead or guatepeor in front of me? Well you obviously didn’t know who’s Mom you were fucking with. I hope you know that even after all these years, I still can’t forget that night that you came into the room where I was laying with my Mom crying because I was sad. You remember what you did? You sat on my fucking foot, crushing it you dumbass. I told you to get off and what did you do? You stayed put and I begged you to stop. That shit was traumatizing. I still remember your exact words though. “If you’re gonna keep my kids up, I’m gonna keep yours up.” I didn’t even know what was going on. Me and my Mom were just trying to sleep. But no, you had to keep us up. You had to traumatize the shit out of me. You had to yell at my Mother in front of me. You dirty piece of shit. And now look at you. You look like my fucking ballsack, you wrinkly asshole. Even you aren’t better than Matt. Oh and don’t worry if you’re reading this and you’re wondering “When is more going to be exposed about you?”
Don’t worry, I’ll give you that right now! If I’m the piece of shit, how come you’re the one who smells and looks like it the most? You’re such a fucking coward and a wimp that you tried to come at me one time. A fucking little kid. Really? And you’re supposed to be this mighty and powerful man who is so great right? You are a fucking phony. Don’t get a heart attack from this though grandpa, I would feel terrible. In the end, I hope you cabrones learned your lesson and keep fucking with my mom and I will keep writing. Wanna know why? Because you can’t silence me. You never will. I was never afraid to cuss your dumbasses out or look you in the eye and mock you. You both are just a bunch of sad little shits who have nothing better to do than obsess about this woman who is out of your lives and trying to live a happy life. Oh and correction on when I said “out of your lives,” I forgot you guys don’t have one. Never fuck with my Mom, because when you do, it fucks with her 13 year old because she can’t function because of her PTSD. It fucks with her 3 year old because she can’t function because she has PTSD. It fucks up our household because she can’t function because of her PTSD. And I swear if you say that it’s her fault she has this mental condition, it is your fucking fault, Matt and Sean, you did this shit, I hope you are happy you fat fucks. Oh and she warned me not to cuss but it was my decision, but she would still share whatever I wrote to all of you because it is how my heart feels.
To anyone reading this. Tell them to fuck off and leave us alone. Please.
Thank you,
Quetzal Sanchez
Xicana Ph.D. 