bro would cheat on a ✨drug test✨ w/ another fucking drug test. 🕊️☠️

lol.
so—

🤡🧃

bro’s résumé just says
“fucking liability.”

after two years
of watching these people operate,
it’s absolutely fucking clear:
this isn’t just abuse.
it’s a case study in
unremarkable fucking degeneracy.
their loyalty lasts
as long as the line in the bathroom.
they call it “healing,”
but it’s mostly fraud
and highly filtered fucking selfies.
this shit isn’t enviable—
just heightened-level evil.
the kind of fucking dysfunction
you’d expect from a support group
for people who peaked
during the pandemic
and never emotionally recovered
from having to interact
with the public
after 2022.

like,
so
fucking
cringe.

✨

💣 like damn trolls.
retreat back into your
🔥 powder caves,
🔥 felony family day delusions +
🔥 fucking rave occasions.

…like what???
he went from life insurance
to a Ken doll
post coke-addiction??

girl,
your man’s idea
of “providing” is
defrauding the military
off his
fucking newborn’s
social security number—
and giving people new
fucking trauma responses.

💀💀💀

omg.
they thought trauma
made them interesting,
but it just made them
fucking predictable.

ladies
his love language is
📸 fraud and fucking drugs.
the man treats felonies
like fucking collectibles.

and listen
the universe
gave them
multiple chances to evolve,
and they chose
“mediocre dick and delusion”
every fucking time.

yo.
every single one
of them thinks
they’re mysterious
when really
they’re just
loud and unhealed.

💉💊🧪🥃🚬

with less self esteem,
and fewer romantic options.

baby,
she’s out here defending him
like the man didn’t google
“can i drink and do blow on felony bond.”

is strangulation,
of a pregnant woman—
like…
that bad??

yeah homie.

it is.

bro,
how many dumb bitches
thought they were special
while this dude
✨spiraled into a fucking relapse??✨

…

are you serious??

these fucking geniuses.

🧱❄️💰💋

—

so.
it’s pathetic.

he didn’t ruin my life —
he just
downgraded his own.

to creepy old deadbeat—
✍️ that still parties—
✍️ with a female
✍️ literally nobody wants.

fucking ✨yikes.✨

—

like people
know you have…a baby???
and a wife??

so i guess
that must be why
your buddies have been
watching
because holy shit
look at this dude
what a fucking disaster.

why does your pregnant wife
have a
❄️ photo album of bruises
❄️ and your kid’s
❄️ learning to talk without you there—
❄️ while you’re fucked up in texas
❄️ pretending
❄️ it’s a goddamn vacation?

✨👃💳

lol.

yeah, ✨looks solid,✨ homie.
love that for you.
daddy of the year,
brought to you by
deferred responsibility
and defrauded VA benefits
the rest of us pay for.

lmfao.

🕯️

bro.
seriously—
the main villain
bro peaked at the county clerk’s office.
this dude
managed to be
violent,
broke,
disloyal,
fraudulent,
and fucking forgettable.
a once-in-a-lifetime intersection
of no integrity and no fucking talent.
sweetie—
the dye job says “regret.”
the shoes say
“my wife bought these.”

[💀🦹]
this dude
cheated like it was a goddamn job,
worked like it was a fucking hobby,
lied like it was a dumbass prayer.
oh yeah—
and punched me in the head
fucking repeatedly. 🤜🏻💥😵
couldn’t afford groceries
but still found time
to soft-launch multiple relationships
while on felony bond.
his only communicable skill
is causing damage
in exchange for
absolutely no fucking value.

⚰️✨

and he’s fucking balding
+ goddamn swollen
you can smell
the unpaid child support
through the fucking wifi.

🕊️

jesus christ.

honestly?
if mediocrity
had a warrant out,
it would look like
his dumbass 📸 😬 DMV photo.

—

then??

💅 the coke squad
you can always tell
when someone is
the second choice
and fucking knows it.
they didn’t just
screw my husband—
some of these bitches
did it while still married.
posted it publicly.
my “financial rep” is still stalking me.
then
the dumbest troll
of them all—
called it harassment
when i fucking noticed.

holy shit.
congrats
on building a relationship
entirely out of your inability
to stay fucking unobserved.
girl,
you needed attention that badly??
who didn’t this dude fuck???
like—probably my bestie, on blow.
probably also
a busted-ass fiduciary in theory,
a creepy-ass villain in practice.
helped him
💸 steal my policies,
💸 defraud me,
💸 get him high out of his goddamn mind,
💸 essentially beat me,
💸 steal my fucking peace,
💸 my whole goddamn pregnancy,
💸 and my fucking postpartum signatures,
then vanished into
the fucking blocked privacy settings??

uhhhh shit.

but…is that professional?

🚨💀

after obvious fraud???
✨nah,✨ babe— that’s guilt.

that’s still spoliation.

🚨💀

honey—
i’m allowed
(legally goblin)
to ask you,
why as my financial rep,
asking for medical docs—
my husband is pinging
from your couch????

babe,
that is misconduct by default.
straight up
money laundering via venmo
and fucking vibes.
violated ethics,
the law,
boundaries,
a bunch of other legal shit
and fucking logic.

elite-level psychos.

shit.
they didn’t just watch me.
they studied me.
they monitored
my fucking healing
like it was the street price
of a fucking gram bag.

🪦🩶

bro,
these ✨ weird bitches ✨
are not bystanders.
they’re co-signed fucking cowards—
absolutely goddamn delusional,
with browser histories
that read like subpoenas
waiting to goddamn happen.

to recap:

stalkers.
obsessed.
wildly jealous.
absolutely never picked.
aging fucking terribly.
evidently always on drugs.
terrible parents.
absolutely addicts.
dangerously irresponsible.
and…
fucking criminals.

😏❄️🤜🏻💥🤰

shit.
the squad’s group chat
probably sounds like
a coke-fueled fan club
for people who’ve never
been the main fucking character
in their goddamn life.

fucking tragic.

🪦💀⚰️

fatherless behavior 😔🚫✨ the bar’s in hell & your man still shows up late, high, and asking for gas money.

you wanna know
how i know
i’m not the piece of shit?

✨🫶🥺

'cause when
the love of my fucking life
got someone else pregnant—
while we were still
tangled up in love,
in history,
in fucking gravity—
i didn’t fuck that shit up.
i didn’t fight with him about it.
i didn’t fake some pick-me fucking fantasy.

⚠️

i told him:
you need to
be a father.
not for me.
not for her.
for that baby.
for the version of you
that could still
fucking sleep at night.
because
that’s what love fucking is.

and not the watered-down,
instagram-filtered bullshit
you hoes call love—
i’m talking real,
bloody-knuckled,
soul-fucked up love.
love that sacrifices.
love that
doesn’t need a fucking audience.

i loved that kid
sight fucking unseen.
because she was part of him.
because she didn’t ask for the drama.
because if you really love someone,
you don’t pretend
their kid
doesn’t fucking exist
just to stay delusional.
nah, i didn’t erase her.
i made space.
i said
add fucking chairs to the table
not set fire to the house.

damn.

like yeah
i’ve been a lotta things.
absolutely messy.
fucking traumatized.
too forgiving.
but not once have i ever
built my fucking peace
on someone else’s suffering.
not once
did i look at a kid out there
and think “eh, not my problem.”

fucking psycho.

you don’t get points
for empathy
until it costs you something.
and i paid in heartbreak.
in watching the person
i loved
walk straight into a life
that didn’t have me in it,
and still saying fucking go.
be a dad.
be a man.
do the right fucking thing
even if it fucking breaks me.

(it did) 🤫

you know how sick that is?
to love someone enough
to want them whole,
even when their wholeness
means you fucking lose them?
that’s not weakness.
that’s sacred-level fucking strength.

and yeah,
it fucked me up.
it will always fuck me up.
because i meant it.
i tried.
i looked after
the mother.
and it wasn’t
some fake bitchy olive branch—
it was real.
i wanted peace.
i wanted her to know
someone gave a fuck.
even if he didn’t.

and when i saw him again?
didn’t ask if he missed me.
didn’t beg for closure.
first thing out my mouth was:
“where’s your daughter?”
'cause that’s
what the fuck matters.

🚶‍♂️🚧

go ask him.

you all
keep confusing obsession
with fucking devotion.
keep mistaking enablement
for fucking loyalty.
keep dating men
who abandon their kids 💫
and thinking he’d never do that to me.
baby, he already did.
you’re just
too busy gulping down
delusion to taste the truth.

he calls it “my wife is crazy”
you call it true love
the judge calls it
“contempt of fucking court”

💥⚖️

—

me?
i could’ve let him
pretend the past didn’t exist.
but i had the audacity to grow a spine.
i told him to do better.
i told him to love more.
and if that meant losing him?
then good fucking riddance.

because i will never—fucking never—
be the girl
that lays next to a coward
who lets his own child
go fucking hungry
while she plays pretend wife
on dirty-ass sheets.

ew.

truly so trashy.

👉🤢

you bitches
are all highly disrespectful.
and desperate af.

and you know
what separates me
from the gutter trash
that came before/during/after?
they saw a man
fuck with a woman
and a fucking child
and thought,
perfect, my turn.
they saw neglect,
addiction,
blatant abuse—
fucking chaos
and called it romance.
they looked at his
evil ass narcassism—
and decided to live
in the fucking mess
instead of cleaning it the fuck up.
like, congrats,
you’re fucking a deadbeat.

spiritual poverty looks good on you, babe.

🤷🏼‍♂️❌

he’s got a newborn,
a court date,
and a girlfriend
that’s into disney and cartoons
but sure, babe
he’s healing 🙏🏼

meanwhile
im out here
mailing father’s day cards
to remind him of his kid.
i told him
to love children
that weren’t even his
because that’s what family means.
i begged him
to show up
for someone else
even while
he was disappearing from me.
that’s not codependency.
that’s fucking conscience.

listen.
i would’ve taken
both those kids
and raised them
like my own if life had let me.
because love—real love—isn’t about winning.
it’s about witnessing someone else’s humanity
and fucking protecting
it even when they can’t.

and every single person
who ever called me
crazy,
or dramatic,
or fucking bitter—
nah.
you’re confusing bitterness
with fucking boundaries,
and love with possession.
you can’t comprehend
loyalty that doesn’t serve ego,
only loyalty that
feeds the fucking fantasy 📢

i mean fuck
i’m not perfect.
but i didn’t build
my fucking house
on the bones
of a child’s heartache.

🥀

nah.
i didn’t play pretend
with someone else's baby
crying in the fucking background.
and that’s the whole fucking difference.

yeah.
i know i’m not the piece of shit.
because
when the moment
came to fucking prove it,
i chose compassion over control.
i chose truth over my own comfort.
i chose a kid’s peace
over my own happy ending.

so yeah.
keep talking shit.
keep stalking my page.
keep trying to understand how i do it.

the answer’s simple.
i have a fucking soul.
my heart is really fucking solid.
and i’m not a piece of shit.

🤸‍♂️✨♾️

and the only thing
he’s ever committed to
is new pussy
and not showing the fuck up

🕊️✨🚫

fatherless behavior:
when he’s allergic to condoms,
commitment,
and cash apps that say “for the baby”.

sponsored by:
delusion.
drugs.
and women who mistake trauma bonding
for a personality type.

stay safe out there bestie
it’s contagious.

how to commit marital fraud and abandon your newborn 🏃🏼‍♂️💨👶🏼💸

aka: 🍼 how to accidentally marry a sociopath while researching sperm banks

the funniest fucking part
of this whole story?
i didn’t even want to get married.
yo,
not my fucking dream.
like not even a little.
ask my ex—
it was a rebound from
losing his goddamn child.
and because
i was almost mid-thirties
i fucking spiraled.
the hubby demon knew that.
i wanted to be a mom
so fucking bad.
i was literally comparing sperm banks—
international vs. domestic—
figuring out how to have a child
alone,
peacefully,
with fucking intention.

meanwhile,
this dusty manchild
i already blocked twice
starts love-bombing
from the digital fucking grave.
friend slot: fucking revoked.
boyfriend slot: absolutely burned.
so what does he do?
he begs to have a baby with me.
yes.
i swear to fucking god.
asks for my future like it’s nbd
and when i
finally let him back in?
he walks in and
fucking proposes marriage
like it’s a fucking trap.

all him.
LITERALLY.
ALL.
HIS.
FUCKING.
IDEA.

so what does he do??
while sleeping in your bed?
living off you cleaning toilets pregnant??

…

immediately starts cheating.
immediately starts lying.
immediately starts siphoning my savings.

AND THEN?

STARTS KICKING MY ASS.

while i’m pregnant, he’s:

💋 posted at some busted-ass female coworkers’ apartment till midnight
💋 using again behind my back
💋 crashing out on some troll’s couch DAILY instead of taking his army reserve seriously
💋 literally failing MEPS which would have given us healthcare
💋 driving around in my paid off car for plug runs + totaling that shit
💋 stealing cash advances off my credit cards while evidently chilling w/ my future financial rep
💋 in ongoing / non-stop contact with his female co-worker who avoids me
💋 let’s her sign on to our financial portfolio while she’s giving him large amounts of cash
💋 revoking his GI bill transfer after i drained all my tuition money on his “career”
💋 beating me so severely i end up in the ER days before our daughter is born

(right after he re-upped at the plug, on record)

all while i’m the one:

✦ working two jobs while pregnant
✦ paying for everything
✦ covering all the car costs
✦ taking care of his untrained 150-pound dog
✦ trying to keep our child alive inside me
✦ quietly being financially and physically abused
✦ throwing up constantly throughout

🏚️🤷🏼‍♂️🥃🍺

then he almost
strangles me to death
while i’m pregnant.
like actually chokes me out.
and i still can’t escape,
nah he won’t leave—
because…the baby.
BECAUSE I’M TRAPPED,
and he won’t vacate the condo—
without punching me repeatedly.

fuck,
so immediately after birth??
we move across the fucking country,
to my parents’ house for safety.
because he also drained everything—
i go into fucking survival mode.
he goes into straight gremlin mode.

and THEN
right before he ghosts his whole family,
he links up with my best friend,
a female with the exact same stimulant problem
who also lies about it,
who cheats and already fucks married men,
like it’s a fucking relapse romance
at a fucking NA meeting.
of course,
they start acting weird.
baby,
they’re contacting each other,
behind my back,
for weeks—
and suddenly he says he’s

“moving to texas for more money.”

💩👨🏼🤠

bro doesn’t
move to texas.
he walks directly into a second family.
no divorce.
no call.
no contact with his child.
i’m talking zero communication
unless it’s to his mommy,
who i’m texting to
update about his child,
like this is an episode of
Unsolved fucking Mysteries.

nah,
he straight up disappears
into his new bullshit spiral
while i’m caring for a newborn
and a fucking felony report.
he’s arrested
months later
and still doesn’t check on his daughter.

like…bro

comes within 10 minutes of her,
and runs back to texas
to party with his side bitch
while on fucking bond
because she doesn’t make him
get sober
to be around her children.

who’s also seemingly…
fucking married??????????

…

and then
she
posts it
in
fucking
public
because she’s that fucking stupid.

holy shit.

nice.

👻✨🇨🇱

what kind of psychopath does that?
the kind who weaponizes empathy.
the kind who proposes to avoid accountability.
the kind who treats
parenthood
like a fucking prop
and marriage like a financial fraud pipeline.

i didn’t marry him
because i believed in forever.
fucking please—
i married him because
he sold me a lie so specific
it had a fucking crib in it.

and i’m a loyal ass bitch.

but the most foul shit?
he never showed up again.
not for me.
not for her.
not even for him-fucking-self.

👨🏼👋🏼...⏳

he looks terrible.
like a fucking old-ass rave troll
that is quickly out-aging the party scene
he thinks he still looks
cool participating in—
homie, you’re like middle-aged,
and have a baby at home
and a wife in law school,
you promised to support—
and you’re out partying
with the most desperate bitch
on planet earth
who would even entertain
such a dude,
so fucking stoked
she recreated her entire social platform
around someone else’s husband.
crazy level shit.
but congrats my bloated and bleached king,
you had it all,
and decided
being a drug addict
and a fucking coward
was more worth it—

over dad
over bro with a backbone—
over a non-piece of shit.

babe,
you’re the most pathetic of them all.

👨🏼👎🏼

a man who tricks a woman
into pregnancy
marriage
and a life
and then abandons her
with his debt
and two years of below-par sex???

🌈 ?????
probably.

thanks you fucking troll.

🧾 character: failed.
🍼 fatherhood: abandoned.
📉 manhood: fucking fraudulent.
🏆 most likely to end up in jail over child support.

my dude…
do you even feel…
the embarrassment??
or is it
numbed the fuck out
by all the drinking,
awkward ass raves,
concerts,
herpes-filled make-out sessions—
the fucking blow
and ran through pussy?

👑

did i just… respect a man in authority? 🥵🔥🚓

nnnnaaaaah.
not me.
yo.

get me the fuck out of here.

cuz honestly—
i started to tilt my head a little.

…

me: fuck the system.
also me: babe did you just say…serve and protect?

🔥🔥🔥🔥

hiiiiiiiiii.

🥵

shit.
i am
fucking available. 💋

(bro, come on…i’m kidding)

ok.
put my ass in time out.

but💥—
you ever meet a dude
so fucking competent 🥵🥵🥵
you get mad
about how hot
goddamn ✨justice✨ is??

(damn babe 👑)

bro.
not me side-eyeing
a sworn fucking official
like,
wow honey,
you really read the protection order?
you respect women?

🐷🔥🥵

(cuff me, babe)

shit.

and fucking suddenly
i was like
wait… 💕
is this what fucking safety feels like???
nah, hold up a fucking second—
someone punch me
in my anarchist fucking face.

and then like
my trauma-scrambled brain went:
okay…
but
what if i sat on your desk and cried…respectfully??

yo.

I
AM
FUCKING
KIDDING.

✨🚨✨

but like…shit.
fuck me up.

honey—
moms have to live too.

lol
all out here like...
wait—am i a fucking cop wife now?
do i bring him coffee in court?
do i delete my fuck the police posts?

“🖕🏼👮🏼‍♂️🚓”

(babe! i didn’t mean it 💋)

LMFAO.

nah.

baby—
let’s just say
i almost thanked the fucking state.
omfg.
kill me.

🔥

but delete never.

🐷💔

a deep house love story & other public stupidity 🎛️🎧

wait.

…(the 🫖)…

so.
my guy
took one look at that
facebook profile pic and said,

…

“wait, is that your husband?”

👯‍♀️

and baby,
i had to say yes 🤡
because shit—it is
and he is
and the banner is literally them 👭🏼
as fucking cartoon characters in love
like this man
went from 🔥🔥 felony assaults
and a newborn
to bitmoji boyfriend
like it was fucking nothing.

✨🗼㊙㊗🥋👊🤕❤️‍🔥

…

and the best part?
i didn’t go looking for this.
i didn’t stalk. i didn’t dig.
i got handed this by
other
fucking
people
who are also like

✨💡✨

“what in the sex-offender registry is going on here???”

noooooooo.

lmfao.

🎶🕺

—

this is fucking full con energy.

because it:

✦ confirms cohabitation or at least
a sustained,
documented relationship
during a time he was claiming
what exactly?
to the bench?
ecstasy & osteoporosis 🪩 motherfuckers.

✦ discredits any denial of contact, intent, or fucking proximity

✦ gives clear visuals of mutuality—
she’s not just “watching” me,
she’s weirdly claiming him??

ew.

✦ and the fucking banner?
holy shit,
the ✨banner✨ is
proof of fucking narrative.
she’s not just dating him,
she’s fucking fantasizing publicly
about being bonded to him.

word.

(⋆ 🌊🦈. * ⋆.)

okie doke.

it’s giving
middle-aged, molly’d,
and fucking legally monitored.

lol shit.
cool babe.
i’ll just be out here—
chill. accurate. fucking unimpeachable.
goddamn.
raising our actual child.
solo.

😐
really out here
having to ID my own husband
in a profile that
multiple people independently sent me
after i reported
this crazy ass shit—
which was clearly and fucking
shockingly (stupidly)
coordinated harassment
by him
and a woman who…
is literally advertising
that she’s the woman fucking harassing me.

✨🧠🐌✨

—

what???

the fuck?

bro, please go away.

🥋👊🔥✈️

—

anyway.

so yes, babe.

this is my real life. 🤯🤯🤯🤯

but it’s also
the exact moment
shit woke the fuck up.
because it stopped being
he said / she said
and started being:

oh shit.
they're harassing me.
in public.
frequently.
fucking boldly.

psychotic behavior.

🎶🕺💃

bro
if he looks like a
liar,
cheater,
and addict—
and he behaves like one,
publicly and fucking consistently,

🤵🏼🤥💔👰🏼

and…BABE.
if he was
literally burner-stalking me
while under felony bond
with a protective order
and a second fucking family.

then shit—

👏...👏...👏

bitch…
looks like it’s a fucking husband.

and
yeah homie
i think this
is the start of fucking justice

🎧🧘‍♀️✨

the plan includes: stalking the plaintiff and filing fake reports during open litigation. ✨🧠✨

so you,
really just did that.

…

congrats on turning your stalking
into strategy—for my claim.

let's break down what they just did—
and why it's legally stupid
and emotionally fucking embarrassing.

aka:
how you put
your obsession in writing,
your proximity on record,
and your malice on display.

—

let’s begin. 🕊️

🔥 1. girlie was watching like her rent fucking depended on it

but homie—
i never tagged her.
never contacted her.
never dm’d her.
and yet… my stories? seen within fucking minutes?

girl,
you didn’t just “come across” my posts.
you fucking came for me.
because…
you’ve been stalking and harassing me—
for…fucking…months.

before i even knew you fucking existed.
(because you’re irrelevant)

but you…like—
really want my husband
to take you fucking seriously.

ok.

which means:

➺ you’re stalking my profile like it’s the f***ing felony dispatch
➺ you’re definitely logged in from a burner or three
➺ you’re building a mental map of my content like it’s evidence for your own dumbass trial (spoiler: it’s about to be)

…

this is not passive fucking scrolling.
this is ongoing,
confirmed surveillance.
and in a court?
it reads as obsession.
it reads like a violation of the fucking felony bond.
ask a judge.
ask a Title IX panel.
they’ll all ask: “how did you even see this?”

and you?
won’t have an answer that doesn’t sound like,

“i was fucking stalking and harassing her along with her violent husband.”

—

📸 2. then you DM’d me. congrats. now you’re in the fucking case.

the second you opened your mouth in my inbox?
you stopped being “a bystander”
and became a participant.

you messaged a protected party
during an open criminal DV case
to intimidate her.

then you reported to have called the police.
twice.
while your monitoring alone,
was a fucking documented crime.

and you really thought
the kissy-face emoji would soften that?

no ma’am. it’s:

✨ threatening
✨ documented
✨ fucking retaliatory
✨ and happening while i have a restraining order and he’s out on bond

your DM is not just unhinged—it’s fucking admissible.

thanks for submitting your own stupid ass exhibit, babe.

—

🧠 3. then you reported me to my law school like it was a power move

holy shit.

this is the part that will haunt you in court.

you thought trying overt DARVO would silence me.
but all it did was corroborate every single thing i’ve said.

you confirmed:

✨ you're living with him
✨ you're actively monitoring me
✨ you're escalating against a DV victim
✨ you're involving institutions to shut me up

you are ✨ textbook retaliation. ✨

you didn’t file a complaint—you filed a fucking affidavit of guilt.
this is the legal equivalent of screaming
“I FUCKING DID IT!”
while lighting your own dumbass defense on fire.

—

⚖️ 4. and through all that? you couldn’t fuck with me

you wanted a meltdown.
you wanted drama.
you wanted chaos to blur the facts.

instead?
i made an appointment with the detective.
i filed a new police report.

babe—
you gave me 💋 evidence.
you gave me 💋 motive.
you gave me 💋 intent.

and i stayed factual, cool, and fucking ready.

babe,
i’ve dealt with abusers before.
this ain’t my first rodeo.

this isn’t just a bad look.
it’s civil conspiracy with a side of witness intimidation.

and i’m not mad, babe.
i’m goddamn documenting.

—

🖋️ burn book footnote:

if you thought stalking a baddie
with a federal restraining order and a binder of records
was going to end well for you…

then honey,
you were never the main character.
just the next bestie with a bump.

profanity ≠ fucking felony

BE.
SO.
FUCKING.
SERIOUS.

i’ve had people
lie,
defraud,
stalk,
threaten,
punch me,
choke me while pregnant,
violate fucking court orders,
commit actual felonies—
and you’re mad
that i said fucking slut
on my own website?

nope.

i don’t need
to mirror
the assholes
who hurt me.
i don’t stalk.
i don’t tag.
i definitely don’t fucking dm.
i don’t call up at jobs or schools.
i censor children.
i protect innocents.
i protect sensitive info.
i post fucking vibes
on one tab of my site,
for my goddamn sanity.

full fucking stop.

i have been reporting
fucking harassment,
stalking,
monitoring,
threats,
for fucking months
while you poked,
watched,
screenshot,
baited.
and the second i write about it?
you scream “harassment”?
go choke on the fucking irony.

nah.

nope.
stalking me
in the fucking first place
PROVES THE GODDAMN VIOLATION.

jesus fucking christ.

newsflash—

what i haven’t done:
➺ no fucking violence
➺ no threats
➺ no doxxing
➺ no contacting them or their weirdo burners
➺ no “go harass” bullshit
➺ no tags, no @’s, no fucking summons to a mob

what i have done:
➺ documented dates, injuries, screenshots, reports
➺ told the truth—sworn, timestamped, boringly fucking factual
➺ kept children out of the crossfire
➺ asked institutions to follow their own rules

and yet—
people with actual records
of harassment,
fucking stalking,
and court-order-breaking
are pointing at my poetry tab
and yelling “SEXUAL HARASSMENT!”

holy fucking shit.

as if a fucking pain poem
is more dangerous than a felony bond,
as if a fucking paragraph
is scarier than
strangling a fucking pregnant woman,
as if cursing
is somehow worse
than breaching restraining orders.

be
fucking
with me here in goddamn fucking reality.

my page is a reflection
and an archive, not a weapon.
my words aren’t contact.
my records aren’t harassment.
documentation is not a fucking crime.
profanity is not a felony.
violence is violence.
fraud is fraud.
stalking is fucking stalking.

if the best you’ve got on me
is that i used the f-word
while crying in my own FUCKING notebook,
then you just confessed
how small your fucking defense is.

rules:
✦ kids stay off-limits
✦ no contact means no fucking contact (direct or by proxy)
✦ institutions are for safety, not for slander
✦ evidence beats fucking fiction, every time

file this under:
i chose boundaries over bullshit.
if you don’t want
to be in the burn book,
stop committing fucking crimes.

when you’re so unchosen, you cohabitate with married men 💋🇨🇱

bro.

it’s the delusion for me.

like these women really built
their whole identity
around proving
i wasn’t “the one.”
holy shit.
meanwhile
i’m the fucking wife —
legally.
government-sealed.
i’ve got the last name,
the restraining order,
the fucking trauma therapy bills,
and the kid he abandoned.
you’ve got…
some terrible “couples photos”
of y’all goddamn trashed
circulating the fucking internet
when you’re like fucking forty.
and a toothbrush
in a dirty second bathroom.
congrats, queen.
he lets you fold his socks.
you’re just a whore
with roommate benefits.

you are the legal fucking abomination.

babe.
you’re the nightmare
that every mother
dreams their son
fucking never impregnates—

damn.

but still
they keep talking
like they won something.
girl, you won
visitation rights with a fucking felon.
congrats.

you’re doing drugs with married men,
paying rent late
in someone else’s name,
bragging about a man
who literally had to
flee fucking states
to avoid goddamn child support—
like babe,
that’s not a love story,
that’s an episode of fucking Intervention
with uglier casting.

and now?
baby,
i’ve got mugshots.
fucking eviction records.
your half-assed facebook aliases.
the archives are deep, honey.

you thought
you were proving i wasn’t chosen.
nah.
you just proved you’d settle
for being option fucking z,
as long
as it came with
a side of fucking delusion
and a gram bag.

babe.
you’re embarassing,
out here acting like
you’re not doing lines off a man
who still legally owes me fucking money.

let’s be fkn serious.

you bitches really
got played so hard
you started convincing yourselves
that being the side slut
of a married man
meant you were “the one”
who raised you????
a fucking raccoon?
like he was ever
gonna wife up the rebound blow dealer
with three open eviction cases
and a mugshot in pink crocs.

LMFAO.

no babe,
you weren’t chosen.
you were extremely cheap.
he needed a bed because i cut him off.
he picked you
because you were
the only one
who would get wasted
with a married man
let your kids call him daddy
while he abandoned his own fucking baby.

absolute trash.

and now
you’re online trying to flex what??
a felon on bond,
a burner instagram,
and 40 unread texts
from dallas jail?????
jesus christ.
this isn’t a relationship,
it’s a fucking social experiment.

🪦 may your rent never be late
(we know you can’t sign a lease)
and your addict never be legally mine again.
but let’s be real.
both those ships already fucking sank.

next slut.

💋

slam poetry: liar, cheater, drug user, defendant

wait.

nah.
nah nah nah nah nah nah.

they made the
coked-out,
side-questing,
court-dodging absentee father
the fucking “policy owner.”
of our family insurance.
of our child’s future.
change the fucking beneficiary
of the policy i’m paying for—
while he was
literally
running a second family
like a fucking living
polygamist in the
goddamn Old Testament??

LMFAO.

stfu.

yo.
and they wanna
call me “emotional.”
babe i’m not emotional.
i’m fucking prophetic.
this was negligence
with a side of fucking malice.
this was corporate malpractice
disguised as
shitty customer service.
this was “oops, he’s your emergency contact!”
while he was literally
the
fucking
emergency.

they handed this man
my financial legacy
via his fucking
goddamn secret office plug
like it was
a fucking vape pen
and said “sign here, king”
while the restraining order
was still fucking warm.

god fucking dammit.

like bro.
be fucking serious.
for goddamn once—
you knew he was
a liar
a cheater
a drug user
a FUCKING defendant—
and you STILL made him the owner?

that’s not an oversight.
that’s a fucking write-off.
that’s “if she dies, we profit.”
that’s “let’s keep it in his name, he seems chill.”
that’s “we didn’t think she’d go to law school.”

they watched him
abandon his goddamn kid,
bleed me dry,
drain my life savings mid-pregnancy,
fucking relapse,
move in with
someone else’s fucking children
AND STILL
had the corporate audacity to say:

“but he’s our client, not you.”

fuck your client.
he’s a one-man
war crime violation
with a custody fucking warrant.

they placed my
goddamn postpartum policies
in the hands
of a man
who couldn’t even place
his own child in a fucking car seat.
a man who thought
drug testing was fucking optional
and that cohabitating
with a new girlfriend mid‑felony bond
was “not that deep.”

meanwhile i’m paying premiums
on time
while folding tiny socks
and dodging burner accounts.
and they STILL never called to ask
“hey uh… is this guy stable?”

NAH BITCHES
spoiler:
he FUCKING wasn’t.

he was doing lines
while i was doing fucking bedtime.
he was using my social
our goddamn child’s fucking social—
to fund new furniture for his fake-ass texas life
while i was fighting
to make a trauma plan
with the fucking pediatrician.

and they just let it happen.
they said
“ownership means he has rights.”

so,
thanks goblin.
you specifically.
for the late-night hangs,
with my fucking husband—
the constant calls during pregnancy
and once we relocated—
all fucking postpartum—
the constant boundary breaches—
thanks for setting up
my husband
as the owner
of fucking everything—
while i was in the fucking ER
GIVING BIRTH.

while he was
unemployed.
and fucking spiraling.
at your goddamn apartment.

REPEATEDLY.

NICE.

thanks for doing
fucking ANYTHING
in my goddamn best interest.

shit.

baby,

that’s negligence.
that’s misconduct.
that’s dumb as fuck.

nah.

ownership without oversight
means you have blood on your hands
when it all collapses.

you let a crash dummy
own the fucking car.
you handed him the wheel
and then blamed me
when it FUCKING exploded.

so let’s be clear:
this is fucking shit-show.
this is a conspiracy of silence
and a paper trail of goddamn cowardice.

you knew.
you knew he was fucked up.
you all knew.
and you bet on my silence.
you bet he’d fucking kill us.
with violence
or goddamn poverty.

bad bet, bitch.

fuck you.

deadbeat dad live-streaming fraud on instagram 📡😟

a lil love letter to the king of community dick himself:

—

holy shit.
you really did that.
you really
let your side piece
post the entire fucking
intoxicated fucking timeline
TO THE PUBLIC
for everyone to fucking see

thank u for fucking
soft-launching ur second family
on main.
on multiple social platforms
across the entire fucking year
with timestamps.
while telling the court
u were “unemployed”
”IN SCHOOL”
and “fucking sober.”
LMFAO
nah.
u were in between her legs
drunk off your fucking ass
LIVESTREAMING
and someone else’s
fucking kids' daycare pickups.

holy fucking shit
thank u for posting
from orAN fUcking gOOd pARk
every time
u claimed u were broke
or too broken
to show the fuck up.
babe.
the only trauma
u had was fucking hangovers
and drugged out hard-ons, bro.

thank u
for proving u been cohabiting
with a whole ass household +
multiple fucking kids
since early 2025
super family man.
just not ur own fucking family.

thank u for
ALL OF THE FUCKING
bar tabs + concert selfies
fucking endless partying
right after u bonded out.
between holding her fucking kids—
perfect
“i’m not broke” fucking exhibit
for support court,
you goddamn dumbass.

thank u for the weekend
nonstop footage of you hammered
during ur “couldn’t possibly pay” era.
judge loves fucking fireworks budgets.
while you’re literally
living an entire secret second life.

thank u
for the photo fucking timestamps
that the entire fucking internet
is now forwarding me—
lining up w every missed hearing,
missed payment,
missed fucking dad duty.
math > lies, babe.

thank u
for letting ur side quest
follow the burner
that stalks me online.
with an entire fucking feed?
with you and her fucking kids??
you daddy…# 4, bro???

and…drinking on bond???
clearly fucked up while roleplaying dad?

holy fucking shit.

thanks for proving
fucking everything.
MID TWO COURT CASES
shit.
proxy contact?
documented.
absolutely fucking adorable.

thank u for ALL the geotags
so i don’t even need a PI—
just wifi + a goddamn printer.

thank u for the
“my heart’s birthday” caption
that’s long‑term integration,
not a rebound, champ.
matched with
the full fucking abandonment
of your 8 month old baby.
custody judges say hi.

forwarding everything
to the u.s. military.
don’t they hate this shit???
there’s already an open investigation
into the fucking fraud—
how did you let this happen???

LMFAO

thank u for outing
ur fucking documented leisure budget
while crying poverty.
while we can’t pay the goddamn power bill.
contempt hearings
feed on this kind of bullshit,
u fucking clown.

thank u for the third‑party witnesses
bartenders,
ticket takers,
neighbors,
random ass people on the internet
that know her
and are sending me every record—
u literally crowdsourced my subpoena list
the internet hates you.

thank u for locking ur account
the second it got hot.
consciousness of guilt in aesthetic mode 🔒

thank u for posting ur drunk face mid‑case.
even if it’s legal,
it screams “judgment? never met her.”

thank u for the check‑ins + travel logs
that prove court isn’t “too far,”
ur just too cowardly
and raising some random bitches kids
that lets you get wasted around them.

thank u for showing who funds u
and that you’ve always had multiple women
that you lie to—
while ur own kid gets fucking zero.
that’s exhibit a for “ability to pay, your honor.”

thank u for syncing ur intoxicated,
adulterous, vile-ass saga
w the burner smear campaign.
pattern evidence
writes itself when clowns honk in unison.

thank u for handing me
ur timeline of not parenting
while i parented solo.
on welfare—
while your former employer
defrauded me
out of our entire fucking portfolio
of goddamn life policies
claiming they were FUCKING yours.

like??
so…he’s out here
with a secret fucking second family
zero contact with
his own child
complete fucking abandonment
post repeatedly assaulting me
on fucking record

…but northwestern mutual
says he owns my
kid’s LIFE POLICY
THAT I SIGNED AND PAID FOR—

?????

FUCKING PERFECT
best‑interests factors just came.

you blew this shit up
PRE DISCOVERY

a liar
a cheater
a fucking fraud

fits the exact fact pattern
i was trying to fucking prove.

…

SO THANK YOU.

…thank u
for documenting overnights
in a new fucking household
while lying about being “unstable.”
liar, meet exhibit.

thank u for the “we’re so happy” montage
while out getting fucking wasted
right before court day.
impeachment w filters.

thank u for the deleted posts
+ “oops” edits.
forensic confetti, baby.

thank u for proving motive to
hide,
evade,
fucking smear.
intent + plan + absence of mistake—
congrats,
ur a fucking syllabus now.

thank u for making me the reasonable parent
by default.
fucking art.

bro, how embarrassed is your mother
of this shit????
you look…like you’re…not doing well.
documented
full-blown spiral??
unemployed for…

but multiple
concerts,
bars,
outings???
every
single
month??

since you walked out on your family???

fucking nice.

summary for court
since u outsourced ur alibi to instagram:
u didn’t just move on—u moved resources.
u didn’t just date—u diverted duty.
u didn’t just lie—u live‑streamed the fucking lie.

next move?
i print it,
tab it,
staple ur vibes to the fucking ruling,
walk that shit
directly into court—
and let the judge
read ur own captions out loud.

wow.
being fucked up
makes you fucking stupid.

“local texas stepdad of the year” 🤡⭐🏈🤠🌵

nah bro
i’m not even mad.
✨holy shit.✨
i’m fucking laughing.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

presenting…

🦸‍♂️🏈🤘🏽 (the texas stepdad out on felony bond)

—

first off???

the chick—
absolutely tracks

like ok…

who the fuck
lets
a goddamn felon
out on fucking bond
who has ditched
his fucking own baby;
has a well-documented
substance abuse problem…
who has
strangled and punched 🤘🔥
his pregnant wife—

✨around their small-ass children?✨

wow…

WOW.
—

like imagine it—
abandoning your own blood,
having multiple restraining orders,
two fucking counties worth of mugshots,
and then
✨deciding✨
your next character arc is

“heroic texas stepdad.”

?????

WHAT

🤠🎸⭐

oh my fucking god.

that’s absolutely fucking

pyschotic.

babe,
you’re not healing—
you’re fucking rebranding.

he’s basically
out there running a clearance
rehab-through-replacement program.

“new family, who dis?” but make it…addict energy.

“she let’s me casually ✨[despite being around children]✨ use substances and doesn’t call me out”

🇺🇲🤠👢🏈

yoooo.

just a sweaty,
bloated—
strung-out man…
with court debt…a kid he doesn’t know…
and fucking delusion,
roleplaying emotional stability
with someone else’s fucking kids???

—

and the girl?
obviously tragic.
she must think
she rescued a fucking wounded soul.

lmfao.
but baby,
that’s just the same junkie
in a different fucking jurisdiction.

🏜️🌵☀️🏈

and honestly,
looks like you’re exactly
the type
to be “cool”
with that low key
constant partying.

💋

damn,
i saw the pics.
no one dresses like that
without substances being involved.

but…🗣️ kids though???

shit.
i guess
she’s gonna learn the hard way
that “he’s so good with juveniles”
means
“he’s lovebombing minors to prove he’s not a fucking monster.”

—

and god damn…

like…
are they going
fucking trick-or-treating??
nooooo.
stop.
like a full ass rent-a-dad??
with someone else’s
legal husband??
who has his own kid??????

yo.

god bless texas 🇨🇱

lmfao.

also…
legally….
already has his own
actual daughter??
(and wife)
with his own…
actual last name
that he’s stealing dependent pay for???

to spend on…your kids?

🦸‍♂️🤠🐎🔥

getting extra funding???

for being married…

but living… with you?
and your…
THREE(+??) CHILDREN???

DAMN. 🇨🇱

but like…straight fucking federal fraud???

🔥 bold 🔥

…like,
what are
y’all buying,
with the hundreds of dollars
every month
he’s extorting
from VA pay for his child
and the
9 months back-pay
court-mandated support
that…is…high enough
to send him back to fucking jail??

so like…
on that stolen cash…
is he buying your kid’s shit?

or…
some alcohol for y’all???

uh ohhhh.

paying some of your bills?

—

meanwhile
i’m over here like—
congrats king,
your growth arc
has the same plot
as a fucking stray dog.

🔥 find a bed.
🔥 find a home to crash.
🔥 find a bitch to feed you.
🔥get adopted by a whole ✨dumbass family.✨

—

while your kid
says “daddy??”
to random fucking strangers…

but…bro…go…do some more drugs.

🏈🔥

a backstabbing bestie: “lol. but he shouldn’t have her number, though”

so…girl.
they didn’t get caught.

nah.
they prayed for that shit—
babe!
texted first,
and fucking volunteered.

like—

“hi i’d like to out myself as a backstabbing bitch side character
…and i’m also possibly on drugs with my bff’s husband. thanks.”

…

but
why am i not talking about
the main fucking event
of the goddamn
stupid,
sloppy,
twat-tastic betrayal olympics?

because—
IT’S
NOT
THAT
FUCKING
DEEP.

it’s just highly fucking dumb and well fucking documented.

—

but baby,
it’s fucking boring.
because…
of fucking course she did that.

because it’s too…fucking…predictable.

—

yo…this one?

shit.
everyone said she was
a dumb,
tragic,
attention-seeking—
male slobbering whore.
…like…forever.

me?
i just always told them—
to shut the fuck up.

lol.
how stupid.

—

because
apparently
the way you find out
your husband and your bestie
are both bottom‑shelf humans
is…
fucking silly as shit.

like
imagine
getting caught
not because
you’re too well planned,
too fucking brilliant
absolutely the fuck not—
but
because
you couldn’t
shut the fuck up…
in a group text???

…
on a fucking crash out???
at like…noon.
on a weekday.

like bro
target was open.
people were on their lunch breaks.
and y’all were out here
writing rom coms about my fucking downfall
in front of multiple witnesses???

she answered
like she had lines like
”omg—
yeah he did call me.
but like i never spoke to him”—
bullshit ready to fucking go
he typed like he
snorted goddamn punctuation.
and i just sat there like
damn.
babe.
the whole thing was giving
“i was absolutely not involved except for the part where i was absolutely involved.”

and like—
what were they expecting me to do?
read it and be like
“aw, slay, i love a co-written alibi”?

what the fuck
have these dumbasses
been…getting into?

…

so, yeah—
it wasn’t even betrayal at that point.
it was just fucking embarrassing.

like…
this is the emotional equivalent
of watching someone
trip over a fucking curb
then blame the sidewalk.

you ok bro???

—

because nah—

not me
thinking i had
a fucking best friend
when in fucking reality
i just had a wart-infected,
jealous,
highly desperate,
aging so fucking badly—
fucking psychotic fan-girl
with boundary issues
and a moral compass
that runs on blow and
second-hand male attention…
out of whatever
fucking dumpster she can
dig it out of…

like sissy—
if you wanted
to suck my husband’s dick
that
fucking
bad—
you could’ve just asked
for a fucking loyalty punch card.
i would’ve laminated it.
you highly pathetic slut.

nope.

but—

instead?
you played
the fucking long game
of “teehee i care about you”
when you were
really
just waiting for him to
fucking relapse
so you could feel better
about your
horrendous fucking personality.

—

newsflash:
you spread
an STD to a human hoodie
and humped,
goddamn slobbered—
for a fucking
bump of attention
and thought it made you relevant.
that’s not a win, babe.
that’s just
viral infections on fucking narcotics.

😐👏

and him?
bro,
he’s so
fucking tweaked
once he vacates
his new nj plug
and the entire goddamn state
this motherfucker??
he group-texted—
yes.
his fucking dumbass villain origin story
in the middle of the fucking day
like we were all
gonna read it and go,
“damn. he’s right. she def cheated.”

bro
you left the state,
left your kid,
left your fucking dignity
in a puddle of
goddamn adderall dust
and now you're mad
i got the fucking timeline right?

nah.
you two deserve each other.
truly.
because everyone always said
yo,
”sam—
she’s clearly a
backstabbing hoe & absolute trash.
and bitch,
he’s obviously fucking psychotic.”

and i said??
”nah.
they’re good.
they’re fucking trying.”
BUT FUCKING NOPE—
two crusty fucking lil goblins
who think “fidelity” is
a kind of
fucking financial institution,
where you snort
and then
fuck in the
tiny-ass cubicles.

sounds about fucking right.

congrats.
hope y’all are happy
in hell or jersey
whichever comes first.

📂 IN THE DISTRICT COURT OF “OH SHIT”💥 REALITY

so i’m a single mom,
trying to remain
a fucking law student,
and involuntary fucking forensic analyst
who somehow
became a better
goddamn recordkeeper
than their
entire fucking compliance department.

…

and
unfortunately for them?

✨ i don’t forget.
✨ i don’t delete.
✨ i don’t “misplace” entire email threads.

babe,
also???
i definitely don’t let reps:

🤡 send my husband money
🤡 breach sexual + personal boundaries with him
🤡 enter my fucking home
🤡 onboard me while i’m still sliced the fuck open—postpartum
🤡 and then act like i imagined the whole fucking thing.

—

shit.

i guess
i’m unintentionally
absolutely “that bitch”
and goddamn—
looks like she’s got
literal proof of misconduct
✨from every corner ✨
of your fucking operation.

…

plus?
she has a fucking sense of humor
and no incentive to shut up.

🕵🏼🔍💫

your defense is cracking
like cheap gel nails at a shitty-ass crime scene.

damn.

your named reps are probably googling

“can you get sued for onboarding someone while sleeping with their husband?”

💥

lmfao.

nah, babe.
i archived your sins
before you even changed
your fucking status.

and now?
your internal counsel is getting
fucking ✨chest pains✨
every time i say
“amended complaint”

they tried to say
i wasn’t the policy owner
while simultaneously mailing me
“pay this to keep your coverage.”

girl.
pick a fucking lie
and stick with it.

🤥💸👋

—

it is not my fucking fault
that the amended complaint
is basically a fucking career obituary
for anyone with their name
on a signature page.
💫

bestie—

i begged you for clarity.
i put everything in writing.
i continued to act in good faith.

so. yo team 🤡
it’s not even personal at this point.
it’s just fucking paperwork.

—

babe,

this isn’t “she’s angry.”

this is: 🥸🥸🥸
“she has the records, the law, the motive, and the location data.”

this is:

“we thought we’d get away with it because she was tired and fucked up and broke and busy.”

and now i’m not any of those things.

💣💥

—

so, listen
y’all are the equivalent
of goddamn corporate compost.

👻

for real—

“i tried to warn you,
but you told the judge i never fucking existed.”

this isn’t some sad girl blog post.
this is a timeline-anchored,
exhibit-labeled,
metadata-verified fucking siege engine.

filed with:

💣 working theories tied to actual misconduct
💣 timelines that match logins to billing to deleted messages
💣 screenshots, records, signed docs, cc’d emails, and statutory violations
💣 court orders showing retaliation, concealment, and indirect contact after a dv-related separation

and now?

babe—
she’s not asking
y’all to do the right thing.

nah,
we tried that.
now she’s building
the kind of paper trail
that will make you do it.

✨💣✨

uh oh. 💻 the cloud hates you personally

🔦

aka: perjury season

—

shit.
delete doesn’t mean
gone,
fucking idiot
i don’t need sex tapes.
i’ve got the fucking timestamps, babe.

oh my god.
i don’t do vibes,
i do fucking evidence

we’ve got—
logins,
pings,
and public humiliation

i don’t need confessions.
i’ve got patterns that
line up like ugly-ass fucking ducklings
of ER visits, crashouts and goddamn venmo receipts.

i don’t need your absolute legal fanfic.
i’ve got the receipts your sloppy-ass
left in six recorded drug thefts,
seventeen location shares
and a fucking wifi login,
you absolute
dipshit,
amateurs.

🔬🧬🧤

here’s the science, sweetheart:

lies are obvious.
and every one of you
tone-deaf fucking clowns
left the same
stupid fucking trail—

same nights,
same pings,
same cash advance—
same 7-Eleven
or Wal*Mart
fucking sob story.

so fucking cute.
tragic.
absolutely incriminating.

but shit,
i clocked the timelines.
the text overlaps—
i mapped the pings.
i screenshotted the fucking
“oops deleted”s
before your crusty thumbs
fumbled the fucking trash icon.

heads up motherfuckers:
the cloud
does not give a single shit
about your
trash ass reputation
or your fucking situationship.

the math?
absolutely filthy.
finished.
fucking framed.

continuity of conduct.

devices acting like they’re handcuffed together.
payments fucking
talking shit
at the exact minute
your dumbass alibis “took a fucking nap.”

and those alibis?
only work if
the sun took a personal day and gravity called out sick.

lol
i’m not posting details.
i’m posting inevitability.
the rest?
i’ll save for court,
as you keep signing docs
locking you into a narrative—
that doesn’t make sense
matched with the fucking records—
that shit smells like
fucking perjury?

cross-refs for dummies.

duplicates offsite
with grandma’s church gloves on
the chain-of-custody.

subpoenas templated
like bedtime prayers—kneel, say “amen,”
and hope your professional chat
doesn’t get read in court like
fucking low budget porn—
but everyone’s a cokehead
and nobody’s getting paid.
just herpes.

bitches
go hydrate.

phone a fucking friend.

call that “crisis manager” who can’t spell metadata.

ask them
about exif stamps,
baby. ask them about ip drift.
ask them why your “private” folder
is fucking blinking back
at three jurisdictions.

hehe.

no names today.
no screenshots.

just the sound
of a locked folder
fucking yawning open
and every version
of your “truth”
hanging up like
cheap cigs and fucking regret.

if you touched it,
baby,
it touched back.

if you typed it,
it’s on the record.

if you synced it,
it is there—by god.

is it scary??

knowing—
you didn’t get away with shit.
and it’s going to be out there,
on the fucking record??
because baby,
you did that shit—
and this?
this is the fucking reveal.
it’s a goddamn countdown.

tick.

tick.

bring a lawyer,
bring a fucking oatmilk latte—

boom.

this month’s “lol i can’t pay that shit” list

babe—
shit is
all a part of
✨the long con✨
…by a balding drug addict
(felony mugshot available)
…and his cast of (rotating) yayo whores©

🤥💰🤝😈🐍🍎

aka:
how to defraud a wife
and a newborn—
and leave them with
absolutely
fucking nothing
+
refuse to pay child support—
while you fund
two💥
fucking💥
law firms💥
to fight over shit
you absolutely did—

⚠️🐀

aka: a masterclass in
fucking away a shit ton of money
to cover up the fact that you’re a terrible fucking person…
surrounded…
aided and abetted by…
more demonically terrible fucking people…

🥵😫🤯🔥👇🐐🪱

the october list
of shit
i don’t have enough
money for:

🥁🥁✨
🥁🥁✨
🥁🥁✨

✦ car payment— 🔥
already 3 days past due
(fucking dumped $20k on payments
for a fucking car i didn’t need
and can’t fucking afford)

✦ tuition balance— 🔥
even after max fed loan
(hope that g.i. bill +
dependent pay
is doing you solid
you fucking con artist)

✦ school books— 🔥
nah, nope.
(absolutely zero hope
for $500 to secure textbooks
lmfao, a joke)

✦ groceries— 🔥🔥🔥
floating on a fucking credit card
(ebt card got lost in the mail and is now cut)

✦ bro dumped the nj car— 🔥
so now that bitch needs
an oil change
+ empty that shit
+ rotation

(thanks for the fucking help)

✦ all new tires— 🔥🔥🔥🔥
shit is bald as fuck
damn—just like the babydaddy!
(after two cross-country
fucking trauma relays)

ok so i have
[zero dollars]
+ $53 in savings
+ credit card debt from groceries
💯➕🖐️➕✌️
𝞹📈🧠
⁴⁄₅

(does some mental math) 💀

hmmmmm……..

yep.
🗣️ i guess
getting fucking deserted
with all the fucking debt,
zero savings,
zero tuition reimbursement,
all the fucking payments,
zero child care / co-parent help,
zero fucking child support.
will do that to a bitch.

👹❤️‍🔥

so….

🗣️ who
🗣️ the
🗣️ fuck
is paying
for a wife beater
+ child abandoner
👹🔱🔥⛓️🦇
to have
so many fucking
goddamn
lawyers
when the
same fucking dude
[👹🔱🔥]
has defaulted
a
fucking
year
on court-mandated child support?

😈🐍💰

hmmmmmmmm.

who
could
hate
his wife
+ his child
so much,
they would pay
felony bond
but not
send grocery money?

🐐⛧🔥

(y’all are straight up evil)

….i guess we’ll find out.

✨⚖️✨

but shit—

at least now,
that fuckshit is squarely
on the fucking record. ✨📢

👹❤️‍🔥💀

yo
we’re fighting
fucking true demonic
disasters of humans
out here.

🐐⛧🔥

🚬 stimulant dick math 101 🐔🏃💨

🤡💥📢

so here’s what
my family
breaks down to…

—

📉 the relapse equation:

woman w/ drugs + man w/ no self-worth

→ free supply + emotional delusion
→ coke-fueled sex
→ shame
→ ghosting or violence
→ repeat with new bitch

🤡🤯

…

oh
my
fucking
god.

how fucking stupid.

—

💥

babe,
he wasn’t just cheating
he was cheating on drugs
which means the sex was terrible
and the lies were fucking dopey.

demon addict math is like…
✦ does she give desperate?
✦ does she have coke energy?
✦ does she have so little self-esteem she’ll become obsessed with my actual wifey?
✦ does she fucking trauma-dump in the first 5 minutes?
✦ does she think broken men just “need the right girl”?

ding ding ding.
(🤡🤡🤡)
we got a new dumbass contestant.

provable fact pattern?
try:

🔥 open & documented addiction
🔥 hundreds of missing Adderall
🔥 repeated venmo transfers from the plug
🔥 reported crashout spirals
🔥 documented violence
🔥 financial fraud
🔥 stalker panics
🔥 me—pregnant/postpartum/single mom
🔥 him—rawdogging fucking chaos for drugs

—

so let’s run it back,
super simple—

🧪
junkie boy math:

✦ girl w/ drugs
✦ man w/ no job, no soul, and a soft dick
= coke + head

then
✦ coke + head
✦ crippling shame spiral
= gaslight + ghost

then
✦ gaslight + ghost
✦ new useless girl w/ a dab pen and zero standards
= new relapse, same diseased dick

repeat until eviction or overdose.

—

and me?
funding the whole fucking psych ward.

shit.

i wasn’t wrong.
i was right too fucking early.

and every bitch
who thought my silence
meant a fucking pass?
🗣️ NAH
sorry silly bitches—
welcome to the fucking syllabus.

—

⚡️ chapter one: betrayal and stds.
⚡️ chapter two: pharmacology and drugs.
⚡️ chapter three: fucking dead to me.
⚡️ chapter four: i blow this shit up.

on repeat.

—

so again,

🤯 the official formula for stimulant sidepieces:

access + attention + addiction =

✨delusional bitch behavior✨

—

🔥💩 aka:

he doesn’t fall in love
he snorts new fucking supply.

these girls
aren’t soulmates
they’re fucking pathetic-ass
flashlights in the goddamn trap house
of fucking delusions…
for thirty-something-year-old losers.

🤡 temporary.
🤡 sweaty.
🤡 bad breath.
🤡 worse sex.
🤡 full of regret.
🤡 must flee out of embarrassment.

…

until he
finds the next idiot
who thinks—
snorting off a dashboard,
backseat dick,
and
goddamn desperation
are fucking sexy.

🐔🏃💨

congrats bitch, you got mouth herpes for what ⚠️🍆🍑🦠🔥☠️

subtitle: ☣️ when you wanted my man so bad you got a disease & below average dick ☣️

—

🦠🔬bro.
these bitches
are dirty
and not like
fun dirty.
like fucking contagious.

let me
break this down
because i’ve really sat with it
and the only
word that comes
to mind is
fucking
foul.

😷☠️🏥

like not just
“you fucked my husband” foul
not just
“you helped him hide coke in the carseat” foul
not even
“you sent him venmo during my third trimester” foul
nah,
this
is
fucking microbial.

🧪💨☠️

you had the audacity
to crawl behind my shadow
on your knees,
drooling for just
a goddamn second
of some self fucking worth—
just to slobber on the same man
who was unable to steer a vehicle—
and still applying for
the fucking
army reserves
high off my fucking student loans?

🐍

bitch
the level of desperation
is fucking spiritual.
shit needs to be studied.
y’all just wanted to be able to say:
“i touched what she had.”
like a toddler
putting a fork in a fucking outlet.
you knew it
would fucking hurt
and you did it anyway—
like a dumb bitch.

🔥🔥

and the part
that is straight-up nasty???
these women really watched me—
watched me pregnant.
watched me fucking thrashing.
watched me picking up
the pieces of my own fucking life
and said:

“i’m gonna go down on the guy who caused that.”
and somehow
they thought
that would make them… better?

no babe.
you’re not the main character.
you’re the reason
we all
have to get
fucking screened,
after daddy relapsed again.

🪰🪰🪰

i look back
at that fucking trailer
like did he sleep on
a mattress
where five different mouth-borne diseases
lingered on his sweaty ass,
awkward fitting tee?
bro.
i might have
thirdhand HPV
from this fucking clown.
i should’ve burned the trailer.
fumigated that shit.
hit the whole fucking
zip code with antibiotics.

like bro.
was i unknowingly sleeping on the
B.alding
P.oor
L.oser

😷🍆🍑🦠

northeast tour ‘23-’24
commemorative disease spreader bedframe?
you mean to tell me
i got trauma
while he got:
fucking oral warts from women
who couldn’t
even fucking fake
a “boundary”
if their goddamn life
fucking depended on it??

🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🔥🔥

omg.
i’ve seen these pick-me pussies
so tweaked—
try to square up to me
while i was nine months
fucking pregnant—
the layover tour.
i could smell her
five fucking feet away.

bro.
get the goddamn hazmat team.
get a priest.
get a fucking CDC field unit.

like babe
you needed validation
that fucking bad
you risked full-blown tonsil rot
off the backwash of my marriage?

that’s not competition.
that’s unsupervised lab work.

🦠🦔

and now?
i gotta sit here,
post-trauma,
post-lies,
post-multiple venmo transfers,
post-funky ass smell coming off him—
and realize
i was unknowingly skin-to-skin adjacent
with half the fucking tristate area.

ew. 😦

y’all didn’t
just fuck my husband.
you did it with conviction
like it was community service.
and you all love to share.

and here i am
still testing clean
still ten toes down
still mother of his only child
still fucking standing.

🧪 but—

…can't say the same for y’all.

💀👩🏼‍🔬🦀

been
testing
”dirty af“
for fucking years.
but babe,
somewhere out there
is a text box
full of crusty-nostrils,
half-gagged,
skin sagging,
ain’t been snatched
since high school
(if ever)
silently rotting women
who all know they had a turn
and not a one of them
can look me in the fucking eye.

🪖💀⚠️️

i’d be ashamed too, babes.

it’s wild.
y’all watched me build a life,
carry a child,
clean the fucking mess,
and you said
omg.

“lemme put my mouth on that.”

yo. 🙅‍♀️

fucking dirty.
diseased.
disgusting.

and you’re proud?
girl you didn’t get a man,
you got a case of strep
funky ass breath—
and a man who can’t remember your name
when he’s off a fucking bump.

congrats.
you sucked
and snorted your way
to the bottom of
the fucking trash can
and still couldn’t get fucking picked.

🪲😑🤷‍♀️

✶ shit—it’s not defamation if it’s fucking true ✶

this ain’t defamation.
it’s fucking documentation.
because baby,
guess what?

every
fucking
record
backs
this shit.

every message proves it.
every fucking spiral,
crash,
venmo,
stalker,
fucking drug binge,
goddamn vanishing-act,
poof—
reappearance,
is
on
the
fucking
record.

—

these bitches?
not complex.
they’re a fucking
tiny car of whore-tastic
full on fucking blow clowns—
with crashouts
like a goddamn
coke-spiral
the second
the fucking bag
hits the goddamn dashboard.
(takes it up the nose…together)
shit,
it fucks like a weapon.
and plays dead
the moment
the fucking lights come on.

shit.
and me?
you know what the fuck
i’m allowed to do?

—

…

feel it.
say it.
publish it.
fucking survive it.

because
i didn’t stalk fucking anyone.
i didn’t beat anyone.
i didn’t do fucking drugs
with somebody’s fucking husband
i didn’t hide behind
burner ips
or blow
or private texts
while handing off
my baby to a fucking traitor.

nah.

i’m honest.
i’m not a fucking addict.
i’m definitely not a fucking whore.

but nah,

i survived that shit
in real time
and stitched my own
goddamn ribs back together
with grad school notes
and fucking court docs—
while these
dusty,
cum-brained fucking liars
hid behind silence.

—

you think this is damaging?
you think this
hurts your little reputation?
good.

because guess what?
six months ago,
i thought it was
all the war on fucking terror.
the goddamn bombs.
the missing fucking body part—
the dead fucking dad—
i thought he loved me.
at least enough
to not nearly
give me fucking syphilis
i thought she was my family.
i thought y’all were fucking human.
and it took
one stupid,
dumb smug bitch
mocking me
through a fucking life insurance policy
to blow
the whole goddamn thing open.

—

so,
now i know.
you were all part
of the same diseased-ass little machine.
and i’m not going
to court
for calling a parasite
a parasite.
you don’t get to
stab me in the fucking back
legally and metaphorically
and then fucking
silence me.

—

you want peace?
you should’ve left me alive.
but now i’ve got records.
and rage.
and a fucking platform.

so fuck your hiding.
fuck your shame.
and fuck the idea
that this is too brutal.
y’all didn’t give
a single fuck
if we died—

and this shit?
it’s not even fucking close.

✶ congratulations. you're nobody. ✶

can you imagine?
being such a
societal fucking virus,
your entire plot
is coke and low-grade head??

shit—
you weren’t special.
you weren’t wanted.
you were chemically convenient.

you were a warm body
during fucking withdrawal.
a filthy secret during a fucking relapse.
a dumb little twat in a marriage
you weren’t fucking invited to.

like damn bitch,
which number were you??

these sluts were part of a pattern:

📍 snort yay → lie → fuck → ghost → spiral → std clinic.

you’re not the villain.
you’re not the prey.
you’re the fucking symptom.

omg,
he used you.
and when the coke dried up,
so did y’alls whole-ass fucking story.

every.
single.
time.

he flees out of
fucking EMBARRASSMENT.

and y’all?
you watched me post about
domestic fucking violence,
getting punched in the fucking brain,
barely escaping with my fucking life,
goddamn pregnancy-murder plot,
fucking brutal betrayal,
and you still thought maybe,
you were the fucking exception??

holy shit.

—

girl,
you’re just another plug.
you’re the reason
they put “other” on the fucking paperwork.
you’re why
they ask how many partners
in the last 6 months,
while he slides his ring off—
and the room goes fucking silent.

—

like damn,
y’all were so forgettable
that even this
walking std of a man,
who defrauded me,
(mid-fucking pregnancy)
beat me,
and lied for fucking game—
didn’t bother
to name you.
because
you weren’t worth defending.

my fucking god,
you didn’t ruin anything.
you didn’t change the ending.
you just confirmed
who was always fucking
straight-up trash.
him.

and you.

—

it sucks,
but this is why…
no one wants you.
and babe?
no one ever will.

and y’all
are
looking…

aged.

💀

goofy bitches 🤫😬

girl.

if you’re being a brazen hoe in public
you’re probably
being a
full-blown fucking predator
in private.
this was never fucking stupor
this was a fucking campaign
you were just dumb enough
to think
i wouldn’t call it?

😈🪜🤷🏻‍♀️

like,
bitch—
have you met me?

newsflash
you were the mutant control group
i was the main fucking study

—

girl,
did you really
just out yourself???

in fucking public?

jesus
fucking
christ.

🤫😬

you
are
a
fucking
embarrassment.

to everything fucking holy.

—

you really thought
you were getting away with it
because
i was busy
not being fucking mean?
bitch.

let’s
fucking
GO.

🔥🔥🔥

(yes, i’m 100% going to say this shit out loud…forever.)

baby,

i was busy building
a whole fucking life
paying for three
raising one
shit you know nothing about—
because
all you’ve ever done
is hump the leg
of whatever dude might
pay your fucking rent
(this month)—
while me??
i’m fucking out here
watching
multiple
fucking
snakes
circle me
and still making
goddamn payments.

but now?
girlies,
now i ain’t busy.
now i have time.

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍💋

and i see you.
and everyone is gunna see you too.

…

🔥 the fucking truth. 🔥

the fucking dirty,
disgusting,
insecure,
aging.
(badly)
(girlie—it’s the blow)

truth.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

—

you do not get to
fuck with my shit
after pissing on my goddamn name
you do not get access
after crawling
through the fucking doggy door
of goddamn decency.

🙈✨🙏

you cheated on your own man
got cheated on by him
called it fucking feminism
then showed up
in my fucking inbox
with “i just wanted to check in 🥺”

bitch,
i’m sure the fuck you do.

no.

🙃✨

you wanted to
scope the fucking damage
you wanted to know if i knew
and i fucking do.

—

hey,
you fucking sociopath—

🗣️ you’re ten times worse
🗣️ than your fucking mother.

🎭🐍

🗣️ your mother?

🗣️ she’s been through shit.
🗣️you?

🗣️you’re just a fucking asshole.
🗣️🗣️ spoiled.
highly fucking annoying—
…patted on the fucking head
way too fucking many
goddamn times;
for bullshit
no one fucking cares about—
immoral,
honestly,
a fucking evil—
selfish-ass,
fucking BRAT.

🎭🤫😈

you really
started to believe you
were that fucking
✨special✨

a fucking goddamn exception??

⚡️👑👹

naw dawg.
that’s a no.
nope.
not in the fucking slightest.
you owed me fucking everything—
and you??
fucked me over?
the
first
fucking
chance
you
fucking
got.

—

with a fucking cokehead?????

damn, what a true fucking whore.

😏✨🧴😎

…

at least your mom was hot…

—

bitch—

wake the fuck up

we’re almost fucking forty.

and you’re a piece of shit.

you’re not misunderstood
you’re fucking manipulative
you’re not insecure
you’re weaponized 🫦
you’re not sad
you’re fucking scary

and babe,
i’m not fucking scared of you.

nah.

shit’s about to get fucking real.

—

🗑 you’re a dumb twat.
🧾 you’re fucking documented.
💣 you’ve always been fucking irrelevant.

listen,
you fake ass bitch
i’m not dragging this shit out
i’m not asking for fucking clarity
i’m not confronting you
because confrontation
implies you’re still in the story.
you’re not.

you’re a fucking tragedy.
a goddamn disaster.
a true fucking embarrassment.
you’re the reason
my daughter
will know the difference
between a friend
and a fucking virus.

aka: auntie vibes, right? 💋

—

final fucking notice:
if you ever see me?
walk the other fucking way.
if you’ve ever
used my fucking trust
as a goddamn disguise
to creep closer
to what you thought
was fucking
yours to shit on??
you will be
burned in fucking ink.

not
because
i need revenge.
nah slut,
but because i need
the next bitch
to read the fucking footnotes
and know:
i see fucking everything.
and nah,
that shit bites back.

🪓

you’re guilty as fuck.
thanks for the confirmation—
you dumb twat.

🤡🤏✨