🕯️ protection spell no. 010: firewall for the unfathered 🕯️
for my daughter, whose name he doesn't deserve to say.
by the power of unpaid support, government fraud, and every fucking diaper i changed alone—
i cast this fucking spell.
not for cowards in stolen hoodies.
not for dads who ditch, lie, and fake a second family faster than they can open a venmo tab.
not for men who abandon babies and still have the audacity to tell a redemption arc.
🕯️ this is for the baby who will never know the weight of his crimes.
🕯️ the daughter who won't grow up confused—because i’ll tell her the truth with receipts.
🕯️ the toddler who slept through court hearings because her mama was busy fighting off demons with a pacifier in one hand and a PDF in the other.
👁🗨 may he choke on the silence she gives him.
👁🗨 may every photo he takes with strangers’ kids taste like bleach in his mouth.
👁🗨 may his name disappear from memory before she even learns how to spell it.
👁🗨 may she never once think his choices had anything to do with her worth.
if he signs another check to someone else’s family before his own—
may the IRS haunt him with fucking vigor.
if he dares claim he’s "doing his best"—
may every judge see the footage.
if he ever uses her name to look like a dad—
may his burner accounts glitch, crash, and burn in front of an audience.
🧿 this is not forgiveness.
🧿 this is not neutrality.
🧿 this is protection, drenched in rage and motherfucking strategy.
this spell is lined with court orders, masked IPs, and hidden-in-plain-sight vengeance.
this home is warded.
this child is sealed.
this bloodline is clean.
he can’t reach her here.
he can’t hurt her here.
he will not rewrite the story.
so it is screamed.
so it is signed.
so it fucking shall be.
🕯️🧿📍🔒
