I have not seen you in five years. I have barely heard from you in that time. You pushed me away. You pushed your father away and didn't see him at his own funeral. You shunned my grandparents, the only people who were ever there for me.
And, today, they received an e-mail from you and your lovely husband. Let me clarify. I am not suicidal. If you knew your cars, you would know a Chevrolet Tracker cannot reach 110 miles per hour. Sure, I was depressed. My boyfriend broke up with me. It was basic teenage drama.
But, guess what, my grandparents don't believe you. I don't smoke. I don't drink. I have nearly all straight A's. My physics grade is a B currently. Something we are all proud of. All I do is study and hang out with friends. Friends who have AP classes and are going to amazing colleges.

I know you are reading this. You basically stalk me. You googled my goddamn email address and found this. Congratulations. You're just like the 3 billion other Americans who can google. I hope your false sense of superiority only grows with the fact that you're stalking a 17 year old.
Oh, and if I did need counseling, it would be because of you, Kerri.
There are so many cruel, cruel things I am tempted to say right now. You do not know me. I am not the innocent child you so willingly abandoned to go have sex with random men you found on Match.com. Do not judge me. Do not bring drama into my family. My grandparents and I are perfectly happy without you in our lives. Especially without Jim.

Have fun living your life of lies.