🔮 hex no. 004: for the wife who paid the bills and still got punched in the face

🧿 a financial exorcism for the bitch who carried it all and still got strangled

yo.
this isn’t heartbreak.
this is a fucking heist.

he didn’t “fall out of love”—
he tunneled into your savings
like a rat in la sportiva,
and made himself fucking comfy.

you funded the dream.
he probably fucked a coworker,
texted an ex “i really miss you”
and got his dick sucked
by some mouth-breather
he met buying you gatorade at 7/11.
you gave him a paid-off car,
he drove it to get close to
someone else's yellow-ass teeth.

bro—
while you were bleeding,
he was branding
and ducking child support.
while you were pricing diapers,
he was sending “goodnight 😘”
to probably multiple fucking women
who wouldn’t survive
your life for a fucking week.

✨

🧿 may every man who mistakes your generosity for permission drown in his own fucking uselessness.
🧿 may your money lock itself behind vaults, contracts, and prenups forged in fucking blood.
🧿 may every future fucking fraud get flagged by the SEC with full penalties.
🧿 may your child inherit your power and not his fucking patterns.

—

he left you with nothing but bills and trauma.
but he underestimated who the fuck he messed with.

🧿 banish his number from your memory like it never mattered.
🧿 banish the guilt. it was stitched to the rope he wrapped around your throat.
🧿 banish the narrative where he was ever the fucking one—
he wasn’t even a good fucking criminal.
🧿 banish the shame. it was never yours. only the debt was.

—

this isn’t poetry.
this is a fucking hex.

🖤 may he never know peace.
🖤 may his bank account always be just full enough for child support payments.
🖤 may his name be laughed out of every room he thought he owned.
🖤 may his crimes against his family, haunt him through every future era.

you didn’t lose him.
you survived him.
and that, bitch,
is the fucking hex.

🖤🧿🖤