Anger
So, I've had contact with my father.
I say contact. In fact, he's emailed me to show off. The message runs (and I paraphrase):
Blahblahblah I'm doing really well blahblahblah 84% exam blahblahblah turned my first court case from hopeless into triumph blahblahblah whittled down to last 10 from hundreds of applicants for jobs blahblahblah invited to country estate blahblahblah reference from QC.
Oh, yes, you wanted to be a lawyer, didn't you? Aw, bless. Well, I suppose you'll be doing alright. Aren't I gracious? I'll even allow you to dine with me at my Inn! (As long as you don't talk to anyone important. To be sure, I'll take you on Guest night, when nobody important is there)
By the way, your stepbrother's girlfriend is pregnant, and the whole family is moving back to Bolton.
But I'm doing great in London!
bye!
(speak to you again in about 6 months)
