Remember how your sister's boyfriend told me to leave the key in the mailbox if I didn't plan on returning? I obviously didn't, you stupid fools. My name was still on the lease! Did you really expect me to go down without a fight? I might have faithfully submitted to your every need and will for one year and eight months, but that was it. Once I received notice from the landlord that my name was officially off the lease, I drove to the property manager's office and finally returned the key.

Did you know I returned to the house while you were at work? The day after I moved out, I returned to see if I left anything else. I found a few items, but nothing significant that I would have missed. Oh, but I saw everything I needed to when I went up to our former room. Did you know that I found out your ex moved in the same night I moved out? That pretty much summed up our entire relationship and your feelings for me.

A month has come and gone since that night. You haven't started payments on your debt despite being told to start payments mid-October. Time to get the lawyer involved. Remember how I said I have connections?

I spent countless hours crafting the perfect letter to send to you and my former roommates. You don't want to pay the simple amounts of $1,190 and $280? Fine. So be it. I'll add on the loan I took to get the apartment because none of you could scrape together the money without stepmom's help. So much for you constantly shitting on her and the way she and your father treated you and your sister.

That entire month, while conversing back and forth with the lawyer over the two documents I sent you, my entire attitude was 'F U Anthem' by Leah Kate. The day I sent the email, you had three days to respond as per discussed with my lawyer. No response? A certified letter was sent to you address, also known as our former shared address. I'm pretty sure your former ex/now girlfriend signed for it since I didn't recognize the signature. Glad you received my message! You have until November to start payments.