deadbeat dad live-streaming fraud on instagram šŸ“”šŸ˜Ÿ

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 ā€œunemployedā€
ā€IN SCHOOLā€
and ā€œfucking sober.ā€
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
ā€œi’m not brokeā€ fucking exhibit
for support court,
you goddamn dumbass.

thank u for the weekend
nonstop footage of you hammered
during ur ā€œcouldn’t possibly payā€ 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
ā€œmy heart’s birthdayā€ 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 šŸ”’

thank u for posting ur drunk face mid‑case.
even if it’s legal,
it screams ā€œjudgment? never met her.ā€

thank u for the check‑ins + travel logs
that prove court isn’t ā€œtoo far,ā€
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 ā€œability to pay, your honor.ā€

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 ā€œunstable.ā€
liar, meet exhibit.

thank u for the ā€œwe’re so happyā€ montage
while out getting fucking wasted
right before court day.
impeachment w filters.

thank u for the deleted posts
+ ā€œoopsā€ 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.

Samantha Lee Lowe

sammie lowe is a single mom, law student, and founder of bodhi cleaning co.—an ethical, femme-forward cleaning collective rooted in fairness, ritual, and rage. born from survival and built with purpose, her work redefines what it means to clean house—physically, emotionally, and systemically. she blends practicality with a little bit of magic, runs on justice and white vinegar, and believes that women shouldn’t have to choose between making money and making meaning. this isn’t a side hustle. it’s a standard.

http://sammielowe.com/
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