congrats, it’s a psychopath 🎉💀🔪

yo.
jesus christ.
lemme put you on real quick.
this ain’t “he fucked up.”
this is scary as fuck—
like, anti-social personality,
predator-with-a-pulse type shit.

because tell me how a man
can extort his own pregnant wife,
drain the bank accounts,
leave a baby without food,
without diapers—
and then walk into “school” like
he’s the fucking comeback kid? 🎓🤡

nah. that’s not stressed.
that’s not broken soldier.
that’s not a man in crisis.

that’s clinical.
that’s hollow.
that’s jesus-mary-and-joseph alarm bell psychotic.

that’s the fucking
☠️ danger meter ☠️
blowing the fuck up.

like nah,
this is the part
where the mask drops
and you fully fucking realize—
this isn’t just a bad husband.
this isn’t just a dude who “struggled.”
this is a whole ass
psychopathic personality type.
like, open the DSM,
flip to antisocial,
and there he is
fucking smirking at you.

let’s call it what it is:
people like him?
they don’t bond.
they don’t connect.
they don’t “love” in the way
typical people even attempt.

parasites don’t have relationships, babe.
they have fucking plugs.

what that fucking screams (!!)

⚠️ fucking hazard ⚠️
!!!! attention babes:

this is not a fucking drill.
this is not a sad boy story.

the profile 📂🧠
– zero heart.
– parasitic lifestyle.
– instrumental exploitation.
– superficial charm, master manipulator.
– rage when cornered.

→ no empathy, zero.
you’re a single mom,
nil help,
he financially fucked us,
left us with every single bill—
and we’re crying out here
for fucking food money,
people donating clothes,
diapers on E—
and he’s enrolling
in fucking school?
🎓📓🤡🙃📕📚😂
shut the fuck up.
bro. not cause he cared.
cause he wanted another plug,
another way to flex,
another excuse to leech.

💭💭💭💭

(and let me also say,
whoever fronted
that money
those thousands of
fucking dollars 💡
for him to walk free—
for a few weeks
before his
divine fucking intervention
with the fucking judge?
yo, the absolute,
true fucking villain that
released him from
the 💥 consequences 💥
of his own
fucking actions?
while i struggle to feed
his fucking child?—
after he exploited us?
yo.
you will
get your fucking karma.)

→ bro has no bonds.
this man never
even attempted a true
fucking connection.
with anybody—
no real friends.
no family ties he respects.
not even his own kid.
the only “connections” he makes
are whoever’s providing him resources.
you, his pregnant wife.
his office, the frat-club.
that bland co-worker side supply.
then he moves on. true parasite shit.

→ all extraction, no attachment.
marriage? extortion plan.
fatherhood? bargaining chip.
wife? fucking ATM. bed. car to drive.
daughter? prop for the pics.
tell me that ain’t scary as shit psychotic.
side pieces?
the office?
obscurity and a fucking mechanism to exploit.

yo. yikes.

→ rage as cover.
when you caught on—
when you asked,
“yo, where’s the money?”
”where the fuck have you been going?”
he didn’t answer.
he lashed the fuck out.
cause control
means more than respect.
violence is the stfu trigger.

why this is scary as fuck

cause now that it makes sense—
how he could spit in your face,
jump on your pregnant stomach,
steal your life savings,
intentionally total your vehicle,
leave you fucking starving—
with his own fucking child
then walk into that alt life every day
like he’s soldier of the fucking year
some goddamn golden boy
cause to him?
none of it’s real.
not you. not your baby.
just fucking checkers pieces
on his dumbass boardgame.

that’s not broken.
that’s fucking dangerous.
that’s antisocial personality.
that’s a man with no human wiring—
only survival and supply.

and the most frightening part?
once you see it—
you know there was
never a husband.
never a father.
never even a fucking friend.
just a dude running a long-con
with blood in his fucking teeth.

gives me fucking chills.

🩸🐍📂