11/22/2025
Dear Kerri, the leach
I am walking my client, my friend, my family, through the end of her life, and the rage that sits in my chest is volcanic. It’s not at life, or fate, or illness. It’s at the parasite who drained her dry because she knew she could get away with it. A sick woman with dementia, and this woman saw dollar signs instead of a person.
She robbed her blind.
She stole cash, at least 40k.
She maxed her credit card.
She billed for care she never provided.
She tried to take her home.
She manipulated her into buying her a vehicle and signing over another.
She dragged her messy affair into the house of a dying woman, sending her boyfriend into the home she was supposed to be protecting. Married. Lying. Stealing. Cheating. All while pretending to “care.”
Every time I think about it my stomach turns.
This woman is the kind of rot that smiles sweetly while she empties your pockets and your life. She took advantage of dementia the way a thief takes advantage of an unlocked door, boldly, shamelessly, like she thought nothing and no one could touch her.
She didn’t just betray my client.
She betrayed my client’s trust, her vulnerability, and the last years of her life.
And the hypocrisy, God. The “devoted mother” with her little crotch goblins who behaved just like their creator. Pictures of her kids, her husband, her wedding she forced my client to pay for, all of them tossed out like the trash they were. A shrine to selfishness and entitlement finally ripped off the walls.
She even scammed Medicaid and SNAP like it was a hobby. Fraud wasn’t an accident for her, it was a lifestyle.
And then she had the absolute nerve, the audacity, to take advantage of me and my family too. She saw kindness as weakness, generosity as opportunity. She’s the kind of person who leaves a grease stain on everything she touches.
But through all that darkness, my client and I built something beautiful.
Her bucket list.
Our trips.
The laughter, the memories, the adventures across countries.
The way she always tried to give too much, and how I always gave it back because I would never be what that woman was.
The bond we built, strong enough to feel like blood.
She is family.
And it has been the honor of my life to rescue her from the wreckage someone else created.
So here it is, in writing, so I never forget:
Kerri is a predator.
A leech.
A walking void where a conscience should be.
A woman who sacrifices integrity for convenience, loyalty for greed, and decency for whatever cheap thrill she’s chasing that week.
She took advantage of a sick woman.
She took advantage of trust.
She took advantage of me.
And I will never forget what she did.
I will never soften it.
I will never rewrite this history to be more comfortable.
There will be a day of reckoning for her, maybe not mine to deliver, but inevitable. People like her always trip on their own lies. They always drown in their own greed. They always get exposed.
This entry is here so I remember:
I saw the truth.
I fought back.
And I stood with my client when she needed someone who wasn’t a vulture.
God bring my client peace.
And to Kerri, may every lie she built her life on collapse under its own weight. I pray you see this. When I'm done, I will expose you for who you are.
