the great fuck-this escape 🖕🙂 (part one)

part 1



yeah i loved him—
or tried to
at least at first.
fucking gross, right?
so stupid.

🥀🤡

lol.
but here’s how i knew shit
was getting bad though—
not from my family (shocker!),
but from true crime binge sessions.
bitches on streaming services
literally screaming:
"if your man strangles you—
pregnant, not pregnant, doesn't matter—
he’s literally trying to
kill you."

did that stop me?
fuck no.
because complex trauma
is insane like that.
heh.

🤦‍♀️💀

but then the spit
y’aaaaaallllllllllll.
🫡🔫
spit in my fucking face,
like,
repeatedly,
like i was fucking nothing,
brooooooo.
in my mouth,
eyes,
my fucking dignity,
once while pinning me
to the fucking floor.
bro.
like—
fuck dude.
truly imagine it:
his pregnant wife
covered in his own fucking spit.

and then,
(!!!)
just days before
i was supposed to
have his fucking baby—
hospital bed,
heart monitor,
bruises,
panic,
begging to know
if my baby was even still alive.

🖤✨

you know what
that moment really needed?
my mom,
stepdad,
brother,
dad,
literally fucking anyone,
i begged to come,
showing up,
dragging me outta there.

💔🖕

guess who showed?
just mom—
alone,
empty-handed,
sent solo to
"deal with it."

dad,
stepdad,
brother?
anyone?
lol
who the fuck knows.
crickets. 🦗🔪
too busy,
too bothered,
too fuck-off-and-die.

mom’s mission?
pack my whole life
into bags,
drag my traumatized,
postpartum ass back east,
straight into dad’s house
of childhood fucking horror. 🏚👻

realizing—
damn.
since fucking birth,
the family motto has always been:
“wow, sucks for you—
probably your fault, tho."

like, damn,
thanks demon squad,
appreciate the support.

😒🔪

oh, and the alleged
attempted murderer?
getting more violent
the more pregnant i got—
L O L 💀
the man literally
couldn’t beat me
at my regular strength,
so he waited till i was weak,
vulnerable,
about to pop.
real tough-guy shit.

family facetimed in
to the bruises,
the scratches—
clocked it instantly,
and promptly decided:
“that’s sam’s problem.”

my family—
always making sure
i’m properly abandoned,
just in case
i get confused
and think i deserve love
or safety
or something cute like that.

real fucking adorable.

but don’t worry,
i eventually clawed my way out.
part two is coming, bitches,
and spoiler alert:
it’s savage as fuck.

and honestly.
worse.

🤷‍♀️💀✨

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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