lone star higher ed: majoring in audacity, minoring in fraud and attempted 🔪🩸👤 (alleged)
so apparently
the plot twist of the century is:
the gi bill he promised to transfer to me
(yes, that one—
the bedtime story recited
every time i covered every single bill,
classes, exams, food, gas,
and his funny little
“$2k in 6 months”
finance-era complete bullshit)
is now his golden ticket
to bond out and
take fucking—
classes…?
yo.
shut the actual fuck up.
…holy shit.
be fucking for real.
so.
i bankroll the finance bro era,
he won’t enroll
either of us in a policy
until he can funnel it
through his female “coworker”
the week of my due date—
handing out “professional favors,”
while he’s punching me
in the fucking head,
trying to suffocate me—
repeatedly,
but suddenly
school is national security?
what
meanwhile
the irs snatched
another $3k of my refund
because his “i made five grand and also six jobs
but also worked at a firm half the year”
fairy tale fucking insanity
made their calculator
seize the fuck up.
tragic.
fucking predictable.
and i’m here
running single-mom survival drills,
deciding if i go into a dv shelter
or into fucking hiding—
today / tomorrow / yesterday,
because the same man
who goddamn strangled me pregnant
(hi, fucking lethality risk—try google)
gets a government-funded commute
like it’s fucking greek week.
i honestly,
can’t wrap my head
around this shit.
“he needs to attend class.”
okay, professor red flag.
and i need oxygen,
safety, and child support.
court-ordered since jan 2025.
not one week paid.
but sure—
let’s prioritize
his educational gains.
syllabus, annotated:
group project:
he “reports unemployed,”
while, per info i’ve received,
working in/for a texas school district.
lab: enrolls on gi benefits in texas,
while i pack a go-bag
with diapers and a fucking muzzle.
midterm: i give birth with two black eyes
(hi, er records),
because he “doesn’t like being told to leave.”
final: texas okays
bond out + self-surrender to colorado
in 45 days.
un-fucking-escorted.
extra credit if he drives past my house?
be so fucking serious.
FUCKING SHIT.
no, i won’t shut up.
no, i won’t “calm down.”
i’m calm enough to read the case caption out loud,
file emails at 3am,
and staple receipts like
a prosecutor’s fucking barbie.
this isn’t “drama.”
this is predictable violence
wrapped in goddamn statistics.
for the fucking peanut gallery:
“she’s unstable.”
baby, i’m a high-rise poured from
sworn statements, statutes, and petty footnotes.
i may shake when a train rolls by,
but i’m still fucking standing.
still protecting my fucking daughter.
emoji memo for the auditors:
🎓🧾🚫 = degree, bill, denied
🧠🧯🧪 = use your brain, put out the fire, test the claims
📎👁️🗨️🗂️ = attach, note, file
🚗🧍♂️🚫🏠 = no solo road trip by my home
📍📵⛓️ = gps, no-contact, custody
financial fucking devastation roll call:
savings: $10k gone.
law school tuition: 8k gone.
tax refund: $3k gone.
new car i don’t need: $20k fucking gone.
safety: apparently elective.
meanwhile he’s speed-running “responsible student”
on the dime he swore would be transferred to me,
while he potentially defrauded the federal government
and his pregnant wife?
brooooooo,
is this real life?
yo, i am not in reality.
this system is fucked.
for the institutions skimming this:
— in my experience, he escalated to two-hand manual strangulation during pregnancy.
— i delivered with visible injuries, documented.
— there’s a final restraining order with weekly support since jan 2025; not one week paid.
— he has represented unemployment while information suggests texas school system employment.
— he is reportedly enrolled on gi benefits in texas.
— releasing him to self-surrender = foreseeable risk to me and my child.
my opinion, based on my lived experience + the filings in hand:
if “he has class” outranks “we stay alive,”
your rubric is fucking broken.
respectfully to the adults in the room:
hold him, or leash the risk—
escorted surrender only,
and a window measured in hours,
not fucking vibes.
this is not a fucking joke.
ending thesis:
i paid for the degree in audacity.
so he can major in evading consequences and taxes.
✶
footnote (for legal oxygen): this is my experience and my opinion drawn from court orders, medical records, agency correspondence, and information i provided to authorities. verification belongs to the agencies; survival belongs to me and my child.
