💌 a brief message from the uninvolved™
aka: the math ain’t mathing, grandma.
aka: the original enabler
aka: she was never coming—just needed to look like she gave a shit.
✶
months ago:
a “visit” was scheduled.
a grandma trip to see
the baby she doesn’t know—
because why bother
when it’s easier to be
the avoidant co-signer?
babe—
my mom taught me
the same
avoidant-mom playbook.™
shit gets awkward?
gets real?
🤡🪞✨
avoid,
deflect,
fucking ghost 😶🌫—
(in my mom’s case:
start fucking gardening)
😶🌫🌱🪴☀️
pretend you don’t
fucking hear shit.
standard passive-aggressive,
lack of accountability
boy mom move.™
but get this—
this masterclass in bullshit
happened after
she had front row seats
to her son
turning my life
into a fucking
dumpster fire. 🗑️🔥
bro.
this visit was scheduled
after everything. 👏🏻👏🏻
after she ignored the bruises.
after she stayed silent
about the theft,
the lies,
the addiction,
and fucking violence.
after she watched her son
leave us destitute,
on food stamps,
court-ordered child support unpaid,
and said nothing.
and even then?
i still welcomed her.
with open fucking arms.
i let her come.
to the home her son
abandoned.
to see the child
he left behind.
to the life she pretends
she’s disconnected from
but watches anyway.
yo—
again.
i welcomed that
violent boy-mom enabler
🫣🤰🥊💥
because
i’m not
the fucking monster here.
🧠 so let’s decode this bitch energy:
this ain’t “uninvolved.”
this is the classic
mother-of-a-narcissist playbook.
it’s the “oh honey,
he’s just misunderstood” routine.
the “why are you so angry—
you’re the drama queen” bullshit.
the silent nod
of fucking approval
wrapped in
passive-aggressive
fake ass niceties
baby.
she ain’t avoiding drama—
she’s ducking her role
in the
fucking disaster.
truly—
let’s run back the
✨ timeline of the great fucking betrayal:
everyone warned her.
me.
family.
his exes.
probably fucking
strangers
on the fucking internet.
the bruises,
the negative bank balances,
the lies,
the violence,
the fucking pill addiction,
the court dockets,
the stalking,
the goddamn fucking circus.
🫣🤰🥊💥🫣
and her answer?
“hmmm…i don’t want to be involved.”
cool.
great.
thanks for the input—
you are
a
true legend. 🕊️
when you were in danger?
she stayed silent.
🫣🤰🥊💥🫣
when he is in danger?
she plays sick.
🦠🤒🩺🧑⚕️😷
maybe because??—
✨ the charges hit?
you know?
fucking court dates?
potentially…
arrest logs?
real shit?
because
reality really
fucking sucks—
right?
babe—
i’ve been living in it.
while you stuck
your fucking
head in the sand.
and just days before
the months-long
scheduled
“love bombing”
i’m a real grandma visit?
✨ “i have an undisclosed random health issue.”
translation:
“oh hell no,
not the consequences
of his own fucking…
actions—
not my son’s monster ass
catching real heat.”
pull the plug,
cancel the guilt trip,
and peace out like
the fucking
cowards they are.
but now that the truth is public?
now that people
might start asking
her real fucking questions?
she’s out.
quick.
quiet.
uninvolved™.
✨
what’s really going on here?
when you were alone,
bleeding,
broke,
holding the baby?
🤰🥊💥🙈🙉🙊
she didn’t want to
“choose sides.”
she was like—
nah—can’t see this shit.
but when he started
facing real…
blows?
she suddenly turned into
the delicate porcelain doll
with undescript
“health issues.”
because
📢❗🚨
being grandma
is only convenient
when it doesn’t require
actual fucking accountability.
✨
yo—
i’ve seen this
mom-move™
🤡
so
many
times.
because babe—
those
boy moms?™
the ones who say:
“he’s a good person—
deep down”
they don’t want peace.
they want
plausible deniability. ✨
sweetie—
this isn’t passive.
this is
covert fucking violence.
this is what happens
when the mothers
of a dangerous man
refuse to break the mirror
because they see too much
of themselves
in the fucking reflection.
🤡🪞✨
babe—
she wasn’t
“avoiding drama.”
she was avoiding any
fucking ✨ responsibility.
✶
yo,
truly?
this shit
is fucking
✨poetic✨
💔🤝🕊️
but hey.
thanks for
utterly failing us—
once again, ma.
🤰🥊💥
